Daughter played the role of Cratchit today in “Bah, Humbug,” a music theater adaptation of A Christmas Carol (which may, in fact, be my favorite piece of Christmas storytelling in literary history). Her mean ole dad — that’s is, me — would never admit it, but there might have even been a little moisture in my eye as she spoke dialog that I know by heart, such as, “He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant for them to remember, on Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.”
Obviously, then, I had to wear the perfect pair of socks for the occasion today. You’ll be glad to see that the Puddinette made sure I didn’t disappoint.
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Love the sock choice. So appropriate for Megan’s performance. Personallly wore my Ho-ho-ho socks to counteract Bah Humbug…We do what we can Lol
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