“I’m sorry, Mom. I’ll miss you
all, too.” Carlotta hoped it would be enough, but her mom wouldn’t let
“You’ve flown back home every
year since you moved to Nashville. Surely Tamas would understand if you
explain it to him.”
Carlotta wiped a tear as it
escaped down her cheek. “Mom, I don’t like it any more than you do,
“If you have to be with them on
Christmas Eve, you can still spend Christmas Day with us. It’s only
“Mom, we’ve talked about this.
They’re in Chicago and you’re in New York. It’s impossible for us to
combine trips. We spent Thanksgiving with you. I promise, next year
we’ll be with you for Christmas, and we’ll spend Thanksgiving with
them. It just can’t be helped...I love you, too…Bye.”
Well, that did it. Her favorite
time of year ruined. Peace on earth? Not for her. Not this year.