A HEAVILY Exaggerated Christmas Tale

“When we get home, I’m going to find some flaws,” I hear my mother say on the way back from Christmas lunch.

“Really, Mom?” I asked in exasperation.  “Do we have to do this every year?  What is it this time?  My hair?  My clothes?  My lifestyle in general?  What do you want from me?”

“The floss, Robert, the floss,” she answered.  “I have something caught in my teeth.”

“Oh,” I said softly.  “It’s in the bathroom.  On a completely unrelated note, have I mentioned how much we enjoy your Christmas visits?”

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