Our family VHS copy of A Christmas Memory has warped and color shifted to blue. However, I locate a copy on YouTube (in 6 segments!). Watch it before it disappears from view.
"Oh my," she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane, "it's fruitcake weather!"
Together, we guide our buggy, a dilapidated baby carriage, out to the garden and into a grove of pecan trees.
But before these purchases can be made, there is the question of money. Neither of us has any.
Thirty-one cakes, dampened with whiskey, bask on windowsills and shelves.
"Giveya two-bits" cash for that ol tree."
But when it comes time for making each other's gift, my friend and I separate to work secretly.
My friend has a better haul. A sack of Satsumas, that's her best present. She is proudest, however, of a white wool shawl knitted by her married sister.
"This is our last Christmas together"
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my 8th grade homeroom teacher, Mrs. Felix, read this story to us in a rather performative manner. every time i see reference to the story, i think of her exclaiming with great enthusiasm, "Oh my! It's fruitcake weather!"
-deepfry
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