One of my ultimately favourite Christmas memories is coming home to find that Laddie, our incontinent, geriatric Border Collie had pulled over the Christmas tree while we were visiting family, and given his regards to a variety of regions of the pale blue living room rug.
My sister, who takes painstaking care in the details of each and every holiday, was frantically dismayed at this desecration of our Christmas vignette. Wild eyed, she flew around the room, yelling, crying and generally expressing her agonized disappointment. Laddie, to her infinite frustration, through the mixed blessings of advanced age, while guilty as hell, was also blissfully unaware of his relationship to the carnage.
The tension was palpable – would Laddie survive? Would any of us? Just when it seemed this would be another disastrous holiday family event, an ice breaker
Danielle: JESUS H. CHRIST
John: What does the “H” stand for?
Mom: Fit of laughter