Somehow Vinnie’s Stocking Fell off the Mantel

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Vinnie’s dad awakens and picks his iPhone off the bed table. He says, “Hey, Siri, what time is it?

The digital voice announces, “It’s seven thirty in the morning on Christmas Eve.”

Vinnie’s dad gently shakes Vinnie’s mom’s shoulder, “Dear, dear, wake up. It’s too quiet. He’s up to something.”

Vinnie’s mom opens her eyes and says, “You can sleep through anything. Vinnie woke me every half hour from eleven until two thirty asking me if Santa might come early. I finally told him he could camp out under the Christmas tree with Rupert and Dexter and watch for Santa in case he came early. He went right to sleep.”

“You’re a genius. Why didn’t we think of that earlier?”

Before Vinnie’s mom could answer, Vinnie shouts, “It’s Christmas Eve. Santa Comes tonight. Mom, Mom, Mom can I turn on your laptop and track Santa? Can I, Mom? Can I, Mom?”

“You don’t know my password. I’ll be up in a few minutes. Let Dexter out in the backyard.”

“Mom, Mom, Mom?”

“What is it, Vinnie?”

“Why can’t we teach Dexter to go on the toilet? He hates to poop in the snow.”

Vinnie’s mom turns her head a bit toward Vinnie’s dad, “You take this one, dear.”

After a ten minute give and take, and a promise to buy Vinnie one of the sugary cold drinks with more whipped cream than liquids at Starbucks, Vinnie agrees to let Dexter out. 

The three sit at the breakfast table. Vinnie’s mom has a Greek yogurt and fruit in front of her. Vinnie’s dad, has a bowl of oatmeal and fruit. Vinnie pushes his cold cereal and juice away toward the middle of the table.

“What is it, Vinnie?” asks his mom.

“Mom, it’s Christmas Ever. Do I have to eat healthy today. Please, Mom, can I have a cookie and the Reese’s Peanut Butter cups that were in my stocking?”

“Vincent, you said you were not going to get into your stocking or open presents. You were not supposed to peek in your stocking, ” chides his Mom.

“Mom, Dexter pulled it out and I got it away from him before he took a bite. You know chocolate is good for humans but it’s not good for dogs.”

“Did Dexter really pull it out, Vinnie?” asks his mom.

“Yes, Mom. Honest. My stocking fell off the mantel and somehow the Reeses were near the opening and Dexter was sniffing it when I saved it,” says Vinnie.

“How did your stocking fall and no other stocking fell?” asks Vinnie’s mom.

Vinnie’s dad jumps in, “Christmas Eve and Christmas are special. I think I want the left over pizza from last night.”

“It’s two to one, Mom and I haven’t counted Rupert’s and Dexter’s votes. If they vote, it’s four to one.”

“Okay. Christmas and Christmas Eve are special. Will you say grace, Vinnie?”

Vinnie and his parents join hands, “Dear Lord, Thank you for the food. Thank you for Mom letting us eat not healthy food. Please tell Santa I’ve been good. One special request, please transfer Mrs. Navis to second grade. Amen.”

Before Vinnie’s Mom can speak, Vinnie says, “Mom, how come Santa comes to Joey’s house on Christmas Eve while he’s still awake? How come he passes by our house and comes back while I’m asleep? How come, Mom? Why does Joey get his presents before I do, Mom?”

“Dear, can you take this one?” says Vinnie’s mom to his dad.

“He asked three questions, which one do you want me to take?” asks Vinnie’s dad.

“Dear Lord, help me to get through this day.”

“Are you saying grace, Mom? Weren’t you listening? I already said grace,” says Vinnie.

Author: Ray Calabrese

I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at ray.brese@gmail.com.

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