And then off she goes to see the world. She claims she'll be back in time for Christmas ... or not, depending on how the wind changes or how much money she has in her knapsack. Napsack? I never knew how to spell that word. Actually never needed to, either.
Alas, she bought herself a ticket to Belfast. That would be Belfast in NORTHERN IRELAND. That would be in a troubled part of the world. And that would be stupid, not only because of the destination but because she's going alone. But stupidity is her middle name.
So, here her mom and dad sit ... pondering whether to put out the decorations or not, whether to haul all of those boxes down all of those stairs or not, whether to cook the big ol' goose or not.
The goose won. Christmas or no Christmas, daughter or no daughter, we's a-eatin' and a feastin'. Ain't gonna let Northern Ireland stop us from that!!
AND ... it won't have to be GLUTEN FREE! Whee!
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