Fiorella has been gazing at her bedroom wall and wondering which ones she should save for her grandchildren and which she should donate to eternity....
Now that you're through laughing, let's get down to business. Our Fio is eighty-three years old (heading for one hundred). Don't laugh: her father, who was born in 1914, waited till 2009 to die.
Ooops.... Christmas lights are being talked about going up all around Fio, which means she has to grab her purse and dig out the cash for the her share of the decorations. For her own self, she usually cuts out fake Mistletoe for inside the windows that she has just put together.
But wait, it's not even Christmastide yet! Maybe the jolly old elf will visit Fiorella with good will, wave a wand, and take away all of Fioe's problems away.
Perhaps......
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