First your girl makes a Christmas card, then she has to get it copied, then provide the envelope, then address and mail it to friends and relatives, and along the way, any tragedy can occur. Pray for Fiorella's cards this year.
Fio's quick eye glanced at the outside of the left side of the house, the part she lives in, and realized she could do something Christmas-like with it so she hauled out her box of fake mistletoe and added even more decoration to the family trimmings. Then she lost the names her sister-in-law had given her of companies who would who photocopy her Christmas cards.. Then she found the list where she had put it, taped to her bureau door. And if you can follow all of this, you're a better woman than Fiorella is!
Winter, whether it's cold or now, always bring out Fio's memories. She was born in Ohio, where snow was inevitable each year, and then her family moved to Texas where snow was a rare. The ice skates, the heavy coats, the snowballs were only fading memories of her past.
Changing subjects, did Fiorella ever tell you that she has four orange University of Texas shirts that she still wears? Or that she has a degree in linguistics? Or that she holds not only a Bachelor with High Honers but a Doctor of Philosophy and that when she received her final degree, she was offered a teaching position which Fio (stupid girl) refused because she was tired of school and wanted to take a rest.
Interestingly enough, at least to your girl, she ended up teaching on the college level, and loved it.
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