My mom told me Christmas morning that we most likely won’t have any fruit this next Summer. She said that Mrs. Householder (a long ago neighbor) used to say that if it rained on Christmas Eve night there would be no fruit the following year. Well, it sure rained. We’ll find out about the fruit a little later on.
I believe this is the first year I can ever remember it just purely storming all night on Christmas Eve. I’m not the bravest thing when it comes to self control during storms, but I’m not above sleeping with my clothes on—and that’s exactly what I did Christmas Eve night. If our house ever gets hit by a storm, I want to have my shoes and my glasses on. They may not stay on, but at least I want to start out with them. I left my bedroom television on a little too long during the storm, listening to weather bulletins, and now it won’t work at all. Sometime during the night I took off my glasses, dropped them beside the bed, then later on got up and walked on them, bending them all out of kilter. I got in and out of bed so many times Christmas Eve night, going to look out the door or a window, that I was all the next day getting over it.
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