It was a Wonderful Although Abrasive Christmas

My former boss, present good friend, and forever "First Lady of Poker", Linda Johnson had a small dinner party Christmas Eve, Eve. Just the girls, eight of us. Wish I could tell you the jokes, but this is a "G" rated blog. I'll try to clean one up. Linda has been playing poker for many moons. She loves poker and her motto is, have fun, be sure everyone else has fun and get all the money. On one particular night, in a big game, Linda had a big hand. She check-raised a man she knew, on the flop. He called. She checked again on the turn, he bet, she check-raised him again! (You would think he would learn.) On the river, she knew she had the winning hand and felt sure he wouldn't call a bet, so she checked again. Low and behold, he bet again, and she check-raised him again! As she showed the winning hand, he said, "Linda, that wasn't too lady-like." To which she responded, "What we did last night behind closed doors wasn't lady-like at all and I didn't hear you complaining then!" Needless to say, the whole table broke up including the loser!

The following night, Christmas Eve, I had my two best friends over for dinner. I'd like to say I fixed the wonderful lamb chops, green beans, sweet potatoes, and rice but as us usual with the Sniffen Sisters, they prefer I stay out of the kitchen. I did open the wonderful bottle of wine (thank you Raes!) We started with Grape Martinis and ended with a new drink I made up and named a Butterscotch Avalanche. Then it was gift time. Keep in mind our re-gift Christmas. The sisters, Rowena and Hermie gave each other a very expensive bottle of wine that each had given the other years ago. I don't know what occasion they are looking for to open each bottle, but I think any day would be a good day to celebrate life! They have promised that when the celebration deserves this wine, I will get to be there. Then it was my turn. In a used Christmas bag, with used Christmas paper, I opened my surprise: rubber gloves and a can of Comet - hence the "Abrasive Christmas" in the title! What? They are letting me know my house is a bit dirty (I am NEAT, just hate to clean house!) Now, those who know me, know that cleaning house is way down there on my wish list along with changing a tire or going out of a tournament on the bubble! Those wonderful Sniffen Sisters. I had it all wrong - they gave me the gift of a clean house, all they want me to do is stay out of their way! Now isn't that a wonderful Christmas gift? Proof positive, Christmas is in the spirit, and the imagination, not the expensive gifts!