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Creativity Portal Imagination Prompt: My Favorite Christmas Traditions

 

Over the years, playing games during the holidays have become a big deal in my family.

We put as much thought and have as much fun putting together our prize gift bags as we do with the rest of the festivities.

We make endless calls, send texts and look for the best candy, little presents and yes, lottery tickets – those prizes matter.

Our game of choice is Bingo and losing is as much fun as winning.

You’ve never seen people enjoy losing because we get to make fun of the winner and blame the person calling the numbers for being on the take.

 

One  year my brother in law won more then half the games we played.

We keep threatening to ban him from the game, but that would spoil the fun of picking on him, right?

Right.

 

One year I made a bag with play-doh, popcorn flavored Jelly Bellies and Peppermint flavored chapstick.

I really wanted to win that bag back, but my niece won it.

I know, I could go out and buy myself that stuff, but darn it- I wanted to get those numbers to line up, I wanted to yell BINGO

 

This year I picked out some cool prizes- I may have even out done myself.

 

All I know is, I forgot to buy actual presents- funny right?

That’s the point though- to have fun.

And I am.

I Didn’t See That One Coming

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It was a small Funeral, there was a woman in black mourning clothes, the grave diggers, the Funeral Director and her receptionist and of course the Minister at the graveside.

The womn clutched a bunch of flowers at her chest and the top of her face was covered with a small black veil. Her hands were covered with soft grey leather gloves. The staff were solemn faced.

Before the Minister had a chance to open his bible the woman lifted her veil and said, ” He was not a good man. You realize that don’t you? He was executed by the State. He burned people alive. For fun.”

The Funeral Home staff had heard worse in their day.

So had the Minister.

” It’s up to God. ” The Minister said. ” His Soul will stand in judgment for what he did. We’re not here to judge him. ”

” God has nothing to do with this.”

The Minister shot the Funeral Director a nasty look, why didn’t she tell him that the Family weren’t religious?

” His soul isn’t going anywhere. Not without my say so.” The woman slammed the flowers down onto the top of the casket. She ripped the hat veil from her head and pulled the gloves from her hands. She waved her pearly white hoofs  at their faces. ” It’s mine damn it. It’s MINE!”

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