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Painful Christmas Memories…
For the last decade plus, our team-family has suited up in Christmas gear, grabbed our cowbells, and “headed to The Kroger to ring” for the Salvation Army. To say we are comical is an understatement…
For hours, we ring our cowbells [we brought kiddie-cowbells this year to relieve our “ringing” headache — get it?!], greet everyone with a cheery “Merry Christmas!!”, and giggle at the tall-tales shared.
As we are full of the holiday spirit, and a little too much coffee… an angry glance thrown our way catches me off-guard. I smile, say “Merry Christmas”, and hope the guy’s day gets better.
As I turn to see if anyone else saw the guy, a lady is pushing her buggy out, with hands full of stuff, and loses control. I quickly stop the runaway cart, giggle, and turn back to see what in the world she was doing that caused her to lose control.
She was digging out change for the kettle…
We all rolled with laughter, thanked her tremendously, and helped get her squared away with the runaway buggy.
As the laughter died down, the angry gentlemen from earlier walked by, and I smiled. As he passed, he gruffly stated “I don’t believe in all of that…”
The bells stopped ringing, and the laughter ceased…