I love hosting parties-- the music, the delicious goodies, the hugs and laughter of friends. The only thing that makes it better is having a Christmas party. Here's the setting:
So when the women at church wanted me to have a Christmas party for the Relief Society last week, I gladly whipped up some rich hot chocolate, some spiced apple cider, and some cranberry juice for those who wanted a cold drink.
And all this was to complement the wonderful chocolate cake, cheesecake, and pumpkin pie my first counselor brought over. My second counselor led us in sharing our Christmas Traditions.
It had been raining earlier (that’s as close to snow as we get here in Rocklin, California), and I noticed someone had left a green umbrella by the front door. A few women slipped out before I noticed it, but as the last few were leaving, I asked them if it was theirs. No takers.
Well, not wanting anyone to get caught in the rain without their umbrella, I announced it at church, hoping the owner would raise her hand. Nothing. I asked the secretary to send out an email, so we could find the elusive umbrella owner. Still nothing.
Days went by. Finally I pointed it out to St. Bob and said I couldn’t believe what a tough time we were having, finding the owner. Maybe I should try to call those who came, one by one.
He stared at me. “That’s your umbrella,” he said. “It’s been in the hall closet all year.”
WHAAAT?!? I didn’t even know I owned a green umbrella and I guarantee I did not put it by the front door. So now I’m debating whether to call the police and report a break-in and rearrangement of belongings. It’s something a leprechaun would do (it’s green, after all), but that’s a different holiday. So maybe a confused leprechaun.
Or maybe I’ll just put it in the closet and pretend this didn’t happen. Like when I couldn’t reach my neighbor, because I was calling my own phone number. Times like that.
Meanwhile, stay out of inclement weather entirely, and read my books—buy them as Christmas gifts and all your shopping will be done!