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Day 5 of the writing challenge is to write a story about a road trip, fact or fiction, with dialogue as if it’s happening.

The sky was so gray it seemed the sun would never shine again. It match the biting cold. This was the last factory on my schedule. Once I checked in with these guys, I could go home for Christmas. I was eager to get to finish my review and get some shopping done. It wasn’t everyday I was working in the south of France, so champagne, chocolate and china were top on my list.

What wasn’t top on my list the crawling pace of the traffic ahead of me. A few hours outside of Paris and everything had come to a virtual standstill.  I was just outside of a small village, a one horse town. Since it was France, maybe a one snail town was more appropriate especially considering the pace. I could have walked faster then we were driving.

I have to say that little silver rental car had one heck of a heater. It wasn’t long before I had to crack the window. I waited semi-patiently my thumb tapping on the steering wheel to the tune on the radio. I heard something strange. Horns, maybe a tuba? It certainly wasn’t in keeping with the French version of pop music playing on the radio.

I turned the radio off, rolled the window down and listened. Drums. Cymbals. It was definitely music. As we crept up to the edge of town, the ten or so shops which made up the business district were decked with tinsel and bells.  People lined the streets mostly women and children bundled against the cold. Some cameras flashed.

What was going on?

I leaned out of the window to catch a glimpse of the traffic ahead as the road curved to the left. Ahead of me I glimpsed a marching band, a fire truck and several fancy cars. That’s when I realized I was in the middle of the town’s Christmas parade.

I smiled and waved as people snapped my picture. Later they probably asked each other, “Who was that woman in the silver car?”

I like to thing the reply was, “A visiting dignitary, of course.”

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Some people never grow up and I’m glad I’m one of them. My top 10 list of things I said during Christmas.

10. I don’t know who brought the whoopee cushion, but yes, I did use it.

9. You are not allowed to use my <deodorant, shampoo, eye shadow, moisturizer> without asking because you forgot yours or it smells SO good.

8. My sweater will not be the same after your chest has been in it.

7. Yes, I brought heated sheets and no, they are not for us to share.

6. To my “vegan” sister: We all know you’re a vegan. However, lobster is an animal and it does so count. I don’t care what you read. And I still think serving you the turkey neck was funny and so do our brothers.

5. Leaving my door unlocked was not an invitation for you all to take over my bed and drink my chocolate wine. And I’m the only one who gets to drink out of the bottle.

4. Reading my journal is not an attempt to bring us closer. It was not lying open on the bed. It was hidden in the chest of drawers.

3. I don’t think waving the turkey carcass, butt first in my face brought back nostalgic memories from our childhood.

2. I don’t know who put the ice packs in your beds. To one of my brothers: Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Good one.

1. Sorry the kittens shredded the toilet paper, again. I have a 20 pack hidden in my trunk.

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Things I said to my sisters over Thanksgiving.

No, my sweater will not be the same after your chest has been in it.

No, you are not allowed to use my <fill in the blank> without asking because you forgot yours or it smells SO good. <deodorant, shampoo, mascara, moisturizer>

No, my taking a shower was not an invitation to take over my bed and drink my chocolate wine. And I am the only one who gets to drink out of the bottle.

Yes, I brought heated sheets and no they are not for us to share.

No, reading my journal while I’m in the shower isn’t an attempt to bring us closer. And no it wasn’t lying open on the bed. It was hidden behind the chest of drawers.

And no I don’t think waving the turkey carcass, butt first in my face brought back nostalgic memories from our childhood.

I, for my part, will confess –

I think putting Everclear in blank’s glass was probably not the best idea.

No, I don’t know who put the ice packs in your beds or I’m not confessing.

To one of my sisters in particular, yes, I know you’re a prude. That’s why I left those kind of magazines on your bed. No, I didn’t know everyone would see them. That was a happy accident.

To another sister, yes, we all know you’re a vegan, however, lobster does so count. I don’t care what you read. And I still think serving you the gory fondant turkey head was funny.

I don’t know who brought the whoopee cushion, but yes, I did use it.

And so another Thanksgiving comes to an end.

Oh one more – Yes, I do need to find itching powder before Christmas.

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