A couple from Jon’s church hosted a Christmas party yesterday afternoon. Nothing quite conveys festive cheer like a house full of geriatric Lutherans, in their slacks, Christmas sweaters, and walking canes, boozing it up at the wine table.
I was only one of two non-Lutheran attendees, so I didn’t have much to contribute to the conversations about all things Lutheran. I’m not sure I could have held an attention span long enough to engage in any lengthy conversations though. I was too busy counting the number of times this gray-haired woman in a bright blue sweater with sparkly Christmas balls came back to get more wine. “Nothing wrong with a little holiday cheer,” I overheard her say as she topped off her fourth glass before going outside to smoke. When she wasn’t around, I was watching the only other person in the room under 60, a male college student sitting between two women who were discussing their ailments. I have to give him credit for enduring without alcohol.
I wish I could have stayed to witness more, but I had to get home for my own festivities- sloppy joes, poker, and a white elephant gift exchange. Nothing says “Christmas” like loose meat sandwiches, gambling, and stealing gifts from each other!
1 comment:
You can count that one as an experience...to be sure! Crazy! Hope you had a blast down the road with the sloppy joes. Nothin' sez Christmas like it!
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