With Christmas fast approaching, I thought I would focus on some of my favorite traditions.
As a kid, we would always go to my paternal grandparents’ house for Christmas dinner. One year, my grandfather informed me that santa left me an extra gift under their tree, but it was addressed to me! So here I am, all excited about getting an extra present over my sisters, and when I open it I find…
Wah waaaaah. My grandfather would razz me, telling me I must have been bad. Apparently he thought santa gave bad kids potatoes! I always hear he gave them coal…maybe it’s an Italian thing?
The worst is that I couldn’t even keep the potatoes. He would take them back, telling me they were his lunch for the next day.