Christmas stories
My mom would always tell us stories about how forgetful my grandmother would be sometimes. She'd give us the same gifts two years in a row or think she gave us a present that we never got.

One Christmas, she asked my uncle how he liked his new watch. His only response was "what watch?" She forgot to give it to him and found it in the upstairs closet.


Last year, my mom got my brother a cheese cutting board. He likes cheese and kitchen things. A few days after Christmas, we got a big chunk of cheese and Mom suggested Buddy use his new cheese board to cut it. He sort of just gave me and Mom blank looks and said "I didn't get anything like that."

Mom and I exchanged looks and I laughed at her, bringing up the story she always told about my grandma. We searched everywhere for that darn cheese board. I was there when she bought it, it was heavy enough that I remember putting it in the car.

She finally found it in her bedroom closet.

Are you willing to make the ultimate sacrifice?