Dear Cranky Faced Lady,

When you were coming toward me with your cart, you looked a little scary.

I was trying to be all “I’m Christmas shopping…and being nice at the same time.”

I wonder if you had been in the store too long.

You were coming closer and closer.

I was expecting to hear a grunt or a grumble.

I’ll bet that you didn’t know, that I heard what you were really doing.

I heard you humming that Christmas song under your breath.

I’ll bet that you didn’t know, that you taught me a lesson or that I would blog about you.

Thank you, Cranky Faced Lady…for telling me to mind my own business and to stop judging books by their cover.  Thank you for showing me that even the most stern looking person in the crowd can still have a song in their heart.  God is good to send you my way.

Kelli

Thanks for learning with me today, Dirt Roaders.  I will leave you with a Christmas tree from our bathroom…for your trouble.  Hey…everyone needs a tree in the bathroom.  😉

Mom gave this little tree to me.  I love it.

Mom gave this little tree to me. I love it.

Sig

p.s. Comments welcome!

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