Christmas day and yes the wind was sweeping down the plains. All was going well in Grandmas house aside for the normal yearly stressors (everyone woke up late, had to be other places, couldnt get thier ass in gear, etc.). Grandma got these awful leg cramps and they wouldn't relax. She looked a bit like Daffy Duck freaking out but it was serious. We were gathered around the christmas tree in the living room and opening gifts.
In the same tedious way we have for years:
-youngest to oldest
-open all socks first
-stop
-repeat process with all gifts
Just as Grandma was at LONG LAST getting to her gifts we heard BOOM
I jumped up (probably said oh shit) and ran outside. A limb fell on Grandma's house right over the Christmas tree. It punctured the shingles, some ply-wood and you could see some insulation… but when it fell we where all around the Christmas tree in the house except Richard Allen (my uncle) and Andrew (my cousion). The first thought was a car hit the house because it was so loud and the house shook. I saw the tree, and kept running. I was concerend that somthing might have fallen on RA or Andy who were in the backyard with the dogs. I just kept running (important to note that I DO NOT run) and calling for them (worried they might be hurt). Appearntly it was the funniest face I have ever made. Appearantly it was not nearly as frightening hearing it out doors.
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Insert that voice in a British accent from the Internet commercials here:
"Aha! Found you!"
And then, in my own voice and indeterminate accent: I am glad you are safe and well and hope Christmas was happy in spite of socks and tree limbs. I got socks, too, but I swear to you, they are the greatest socks I've ever seen and I will strut while wearing them.
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