Christmas Dinner

“Ohh, my!” My Aunt Sally's first words after each Christmas dinner. I think that it is becoming as much tradition as the Christmas ham. Her words always came without touching the deserts.

         

         I think that she was always on some kind of diet. Her weight could not be more than 110 at the most. My sister Jen was a heavy lady. Every year, she would roll her eyes. “Auntie, if you get any smaller you will disappear.”



         Before any punches are thrown, Tinny Tina runs through the dinning room. Tina was a dainty little two year old with bright eyes and even brighter natural humor. She was running as fast as she could dragging the T-cup Yorkie behind her. Tinker had bitten into Tina's diaper. I ran over to grab the dinning intruder. I pulled the dog off Tina's dirty diaper. I about fell over when Tina slapped the tiny puppy. “Poopie Eater!” she snaps as she runs out of the room to avoid a diaper change.



         Aunt Sally went rushing from the table holding her napkin to her lips. Jen nudges my elbow, “Looks she might have lost her dinner. You think that she might eat pie this year?”



         I covered my little giggle pretending to drink.



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