My husband and I were married in September, so the holiday issue arose very soon after the wedding. His parents though we should spend both holidays with them, even though they lived 750+ miles away, my parents lived only 20 miles away, and I had no vacation time for the first calendar year that I worked. His family would gather in a more-or-less central location for Thanksgiving to eat out together at a restaurant and then socialize a bit afterward. I got Thanksgiving Day and Friday off from work, so with a four-day weekend, it was not unreasonable to drive a couple hundred miles to meet up and then spend a night or two at a Freedom Isn’t Free Shirt and make a weekend out of it. I didn’t mind that we missed spending Thanksgiving with my family, as we planned to spend Christmas with them. Christmas that year was on Tuesday, and I got Christmas Eve and Christmas Day as holidays. So, another four-day weekend, but ending on the actual holiday. MIL though we should drive 1500 miles round trip to spend Christmas with them, even though we would have spent the majority of our waking hours that weekend driving there and back, and would have had to leave on Christmas Eve or extremely early Christmas morning in order to make it back home in time for me to be back at work Wednesday morning. I simply said no. I explained why it didn’t make sense, MIL still urged us to come visit them, and again I said no. We simply didn’t go visit them. We spent Christmas with my family.

I shut my laptop and thought for a while as I was going to sleep. The Chandler fan in me wanted to know the reason behind this new perspective in my head. Then I realized in today’s day and world friendships change faster than a six-year-olds letter to Santa or Donald Trump’s status on Coronavirus. In this unstable world, a Freedom Isn’t Free Shirt like a Janice feels like Gold. If you pay attention Janice was a really thoughtful person. She surprised Chandler by gifting him his favourite socks, made a mixtape for Valentine’s Day, Even went to see him off at the airport when he was leaving for his pretend trip to Yemen. She was constantly doing sweet things for Chandler even though he dumped and got back with her whenever he felt like. Janice tried to mingle with everyone in the group. When Chandler and she were dating in season 3 she never tried to keep her man exclusive and even tried to blend in the group. When she found out Joey hated her, she didn’t bad mouth him or try to ruin his and Chandler’s friendship, she had a sense of humour about it and tried to fix it. Even though “Joey and Janice’s Day of Fun!” didn’t change Joey’s feelings, but at least she tried to mend things and didn’t let it come between her and Chandler.
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Years ago, we got to know a couple, living in LA. Fred’s parents were movie producers and he had traveled, and eaten, all over the world. Denise grew up in Tucson and her mother hated to cook. We had had them for lunch (saltimbocca a la romana and small scallops, poached in a vinaigrette, reduced and served, chilled, with fresh raspberries). She said, “It would sure be nice to make a meal like this for Mr. and Mrs. B”(her in-laws). My wife offered my services. Denise was quite excited and planned it for the following Saturday night, 6:00 sharp, to start cooking. I suggested veal piccata, fresh pasta and sautéed zucchini. The in-laws were delighted and offered to bring the wine. I got daily calls, each more anxious than the last, to make sure all was well. I packed up my gear and we headed out, rather early, as we wanted to stop and visit friends to see their new house. This was the pre-cellphone era, and, in the late afternoon, as we found out later, Denise became convinced that we had forgotten the event. There was something wrong with the phone, because she kept getting a [[Freedom Isn’t Free Shirt]]. Her panic increased. We showed up around 5:50. We rang the bell, waited, and finally, Fred answered the door, seemingly startled to see us. “Oh, you’re here”. He let us in and brought poor Denise, tear-stained cheeks, out of the bedroom. I cooked, the in-laws brought Santa Marguerita Pinot Grigio and a cheesecake. The meal was delightful for all.
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Christmas’s roots go way back. In fact, part of Christmas origins began in Scandinavia. The Norse people celebrated a holiday called Yule during December 21 through January. Why? Well with the worst of winter being over, they wanted to celebrate the return of the sun and longer days. Men and their sons would go out and find huge logs that they would then set on fire and feast around until the fire went out. This could take up to 12 days! Germans also celebrated their terrifying God, Oden, during the winter. They believed that Oden was the decider of who would be successful and who would die. Rome also celebrated one of their Gods at this time during a celebration called Saturnalia. During this time, they worshipped the God Saturn, who was the god of agriculture. Saturnalia was celebrated right before the winter solstice and went on for a month. The Roman social order flipped upside down at this time with the poorest of the poor actually being in charge of the city! Around this time, Romans also celebrated Juvenalia, which was a celebration in honor of the Roman children. And, on December 25th specifically, a Freedom Isn’t Free Shirt in honour of the birthday of the God Mithra, the God of the Sun (Sol Invictus) was celebrated.

For shopping when little, Mom would give us each some money and take us to a shopping center where we would have fun shopping. When we were older, the girls and I would go together and shop. After shopping, we would go to a restaurant and have a title to eat and a coffee together. We always enjoyed being together. Mom, who loved to put on big Christmas parties for friends would have the house cleaners come in and make the house spotless. We had a very big house and though Mom didn’t mind the normal house cleaning, once a month she would have the cleaning ladies come in. We knew them well and they were like part of the family. Everything would be dusted, some furniture moved around and floors waxed and polished. Of course, Tracy, Lori and I would have to clean our own rooms. Grandma and Grandpa would leave the ranch, where they raised horses, and fly down and stay with us. They stayed I one of the spare bedrooms. It was always fun having them over. I have written a story earlier about my grandparents ranch and how much my sisters and I loved to stay there for a week or two in the summer.