The Porch--The Art of Storytelling

I was asked to be a Story Teller at The Porch, in Provo last night.

In Provo. Coat: From Deseret Industries Thrift Store in Pocatello

Telling my Christmas Story

Afterwards, we went next door to the tiny Indian Grocery Store (Still open at 11:30 pm) and bought some late dinner to celebrate my first story telling moment (masala cup o' noodles!)

As far as my story goes---let's just say the Christmas of 1992 was fairly memorable. My family traveled to Pocatello, Idaho to celebrate with my grandma. My dad and brother decided to bring the gifts up on the 24th. At close to 8 PM on Christmas Eve, my mom got a call from my dad--They were almost there, but they just noticed that the pack on top of the car (where the gifts were stored) was empty. They were turning back to look for them and had contacted the highway patrol. My mom and I rushed to K-mart where we purchased enough toys for my little brothers to open in the morning. (15 minutes before they closed).  My brother and dad returned, only finding familiar looking wrapping paper and an empty Gap shopping bag on the side of the freeway at the Utah/Idaho border.  Most of my older brothers gifts had been inside the car. I was told that I was such a good girl Santa Claus scattered my gifts across Utah and Idaho for all of the needy boys and girls. 

True story. And I can appreciate it a lot more now that I'm no longer 12-years-old. I think the audience liked it too.   Merry Christmas! May your gifts not fall off the top of your car, and may you also enjoy some egg nog.