Sitting in the downtown Mexican restaurant on the rainy Monday before Christmas, memories of Christmas Eves past wafted into my head. Time seemed to stand still as Mother would be busy in the kitchen.
She was getting ready for the Arnold family Christmas that would happen the day after Christmas. With four children of varying ages and interests, she was working to prepare for the following day when the biggest child in the house — my father — would be giddy with the excitement of playing with his four offspring and their Christmas goodies.
He was no help whatsoever when it came to cooking the Christmas breakfast or lunch or supper. He was great help when it came to eating the Christmas breakfast, lunch, and supper and everything in between.
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