General Discussion

I was on my way back from the airport this afternoon (was down in CH for a couple of hours), and there was the winner of the day's call-in Christmas story.

I was a woman who, with her sister, dutifully went with their parents to midnight mass every Christmas eve, even though they found it boring and hated it. One year, they had had enough, and decided to quietly slip out and hide in the nearest bar. They made a clean getaway, and entered the bar. To their great shock, sitting at at the bar was their father, who had slipped away even before they did.

Now, decades later, they still tell the story at Christmas time, and laugh about it.