The Goose Is Getting Fat

It's December!  That means Christmas is coming!  When I was a kid we sang this song called Christmas is coming...the goose is getting fat!  I have so many fond Christmas memories.  It's the only thing I like about winter (unless we are fortunate enough to get a decent amount of snow).  During my 33 years of breathing I have only been blessed with one white Christmas.  That was in 1989...some 20 years ago.  But I remember it like it was yesterday.  My entire family was staying at my granparents' house.  My parents' car stalled between their house and my grandparents' house, and during the night the wind blew snow across the fields and completely covered the car.  My sister and I walked (about a half a mile) home to get all of our Christmas presents, put them on a sheet, and dragged them that half a mile back to Grandma and Granddad's.  We had so many groceries that they would not all fit in the fridge, so we simply put some items out in the snow to keep them cold.  My Grandma told my uncle (who was visiting for the holidays from South Texas) to drive his Chevy Suburban across the field.  So he did.  But he got close to a neighbor's yard, got stuck in the mud, and busted the septic lateral line on Chistmas eve!  It costed them a pretty penny to get that fixed.  I got some cross country skis from another uncle and headed out across the fields.  I sunk in a snow bank several feet above my head, and it took me quite some time just to get out!  There were nearly 20 people staying at the house that Christmas.  I remember my grandma going into the kitchen at 2 a.m. (all us boys were sleeping in the living room) to get something to eat.  We could hear her digging in the cabinets looking for her favorite, Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls.  She knocked a lot of stuff out onto the floor and cursed.  It was so funny, because all us boys heard it, but we all pretened to be asleep.  That was one of the greatest Christmas' ever!  ......To be continued.....