Katrina Kennicott threw herself onto a stool at the bar at The Whistle & Thistle Biker Bar and Christmas Rehab Center and said, “Pour me a triple,” to Edith.
“No way,” said Edith. “No drinking by mothers during Christmas season.”
“It’s NOT Christmas season,” yelled Emily Easterbrook, Mrs. Edison Easterbrook III, from The Marcus Borg Episcopal Ladies Study Corner. “It’s ADVENT! It’s not Christmas season until Christmas.”
“No drinking by mothers during faux-Christmas season, then,” snorted Edith.
“That’s better,” Emily snorted back.
“But we’re the ones that need booze most,” whined Katrina. “Mothers bear the brunt of faux-Christmas.”
“I know,” said Edith, “the buying, the wrapping, the cooking…”
“No, no, that stuff is okay,” said Katrina. “It’s the interpretive dance that’s the problem.”
“The WHAT?” snorted Edith and Emily, like a synchronized snorting team.
“The interpretive dance. It’s that damned Nutcracker. Mrs. Sheldon has all the kids in the fifth grade in the Nutcracker, and now Jeremy will answer questions only through interpretive dance. I ask what he wants for supper, he dances. I ask what he wants for Christmas, he dances. I ask when he wants to go to his grandma’s to bake cookies, he dances. I ask him what he did at school, he dances. It’s driving me crazy.”
“Might be best not to ask him what he did in the bathroom,” observed Edith.
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