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Happy Chanuka
Dear Darling Son and That Person You Married,
Happy Chanukah to you, and please don't worry. I'm just fine considering I can't breathe or eat. The important thing is that you have a nice holiday, thousands of miles away from your ailing mother.
I've sent along my last ten dollars in this card, which I hope you'll spend on my Grandchildren. Lord knows their mother never buys them anything nice. They look so thin in their pictures, poor babies. But then, I guess you two do save a lot of money shopping for their clothes at the Salvation Army surplus stores and all. Thank you so much for the flowers, dear boy. I put them in the freezer so they'll stay fresh for my grave. Which reminds me -- we buried Grandma last week. I know she died years ago, but I got to yearning for a good funeral, so Aunt Viola and I dug her up and had the services all over again. I would have invited you, but I know that woman you live with would never let you come. Why, I bet she's never even watched that videotape of my hemorrhoid surgery, has she?
Well son, it's time for me to crawl off to bed now. I broke my cane beating off a gang of muggers last week, but don't you worry about me. I'm also getting used to the cold since they turned my heat off and actually kind-of grateful since the frost on my bed numbs my constant pain.
Now don't you even think about sending any more money, because I know you need it for those expensive family vacations you take every year as well as all those designer clothes your gold-digger demands you buy her.
Give my love to my darling Grandbabies and my regards to whatever-her-name-is the one who stole you screaming and kicking from a loving home, and dragged you down to that God forsaken lawless Sodom she calls a state.
Happy New Year.
Love,
MOM
A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother.
~Author Unknown
During the Christmas/Hanukkah season, more than 1.76 billion candy canes will be made.
