Once again the house was filled with the sound of Christmas carols, eggnog, candy canes, Christmas gifts and lots of people. My dad had his annual Christmas party. I love these parties. The men came dressed casual with their red or green sweaters, Christmas ties or even a Santa suit coat. They loved going through the house saying "ho ho ho" - (giggle) especially after they'd had a few drinks. The wives or girlfriends were dressed in their beautiful glittery, shiny dresses or pant outfits. I loved all the noise. Everyone brought gifts to exchange. I racked up! I got so many gifts. The night was so much fun. I danced with a lot of daddy's clients and even got dipped! As the night went on, everyone scattered throughout the house. Some were in the kitchen eating, some were in the living room listening to music and dancing, and some were even on the patio. I was walking down the hall to go to my room when one of daddy's clients came up behind me and asked if I was leavin' the party. I told him that I was just goin' to my new crib. (giggle) Crib was not a term he was familiar with so I told him that I had turned the basement into my room. He asked if he could see it. Of course! I was proud of my new room. He followed me to my room, and I turned on my Christmas tree. He sat down on my bed and was makin' chatter when he suddenly told me that he has watched me grow up all these years and how pretty I had grown up to be. He reached out and pulled me onto the bed and then we began to talk. I reached for the candy dish on my night table and put it between us. It was filled with chocolate Christmas balls. I peeled the wrapper off of one and placed it against his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed the ball......thus, the conversation began......
Wanna hear what we talked about? Wanna know what happened in my crib that night? I'll be glad to tell you when you call me. I love talking about real stories! Jingle balls..jingle balls...jingle all the way..........
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