Christmas

My parents live on a street that my step-father has lived in since the 70's, and we moved into in the late 80's, so they know everyone on the street. There was a Lebanese family that lived across the street (the grandfather was 105!), they eventually moved out and were renting it until their grandson bought the house a few years ago. Him and his brother were the nicest people (good looking to boot!) so we became friends and I would go over and visit, they would come over swimming, we'd hang out. They moved a couple years ago, Fadih built a house in Manotick and Fouzy (I know the spelling is wrong, I'm going by how to pronounce it) got married and moved to Barrhaven. I've run into them a few times over the years - but not since I've been pregnant.

They called me Christmas. I can't remember them ever once saying Christy, it was just always Christmas.

My mom ran into Fadih and he asked about me, my mom told him I was pregnant and expecting in December.

He smiled and said "I'm so happy that Christmas is having a Christmas baby"

TGIF!