A Mostfina Christmas

It was two years ago Christmas evening. The kids were involved in various electronic activities and Spousal Unit was on his 3rd hour of YouTubing --everything from the Colbert Report to soccer to old Stones concerts.

I was seeking comfort with some expensive micro-brews.

Unit's sister from New York called around 10:00 pm. A short time later, I heard a knock on the door.

Bored, I jumped up eagerly and opened the door to find a 26-year old male holding a bottle of Aquafina and a Denzel Washington film.



"Is this the home of the Krouses'?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "They live next door." And because if I am anything, I am helpful, I said "Are you really going to the Krouses' on Christmas night with a bottle of Aquafina?"





And then in the spirit of the season, I offered him a bottle of wine to take.

And in the spirit of my attention-starved situation, I asked him to come in and have a beer before he settled into his Denzel flick. Because after all, my motto has always been:



As I ushered him through the house, I shrieked to my husband still on the phone, "Tell your sister my Christmas wish came true and he's hot!"

Tim graciously accepted my invitation and joined my family by the fire for an ale and gummy bears. At first the kids were confused by the addition of a total stranger in our home. So I explained to them that is what Jesus would do.

We sat together and Tim talked about building multi-million dollar homes on the West Coast and also his experiences as a Big Brother. A perfect combination of power and sensitivity as far as I'm concerned.

After two beers and an hour of conversation, Tim departed for the neighbors' house with wine in one hand and my CD mix in the other. (Had I been truly myself, I would have sent him off with a better choice of a movie, but I can, on occasion, show restraint).

And just so you don't think me the total crazed middle-aged housewife that I am, I spent the next hour playing a family game while tickling my daughter's feet.

If I've learned anything from this experience, it's that one should not lounge around in sweatpants on Christmas evening, for it is truly a magical time with unexpected gifts on your doorstep. I am, however, grateful I was wearing a bra.



I can also tell you that my husband was grateful for the stranger in the night, as he benefited from it later when the kids were in bed.

He announced to the family at breakfast this morning, "Tim can visit any time!"

That's right, everyone loves a:




Hope your holiday wishes came true.



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