Yesterday my family were sitting around the old Christmas Tree, eating the Candy, finishing off the turkey and telling stories  with Christmas Music playing in the background- all that was missing was Tiny Tim asking God to Bless us all.

But that old fashioned Christmas feeling was sort of shot to the North Pole on a Yule Log because at least four of my family members were sending text messages to their friends.

I choose my victim- which thank you Baby Jesus was my little Brother-and I start giving him a hard time about being a slave to his Phone and he says how he’s just starting to get the hang of this text messaging thing so he has to practice.

It’s like learning another language, he tells me, and if you don’t practice you could really embarrass yourself like he did a few months ago

when….

” You know what happened when I started this text thing Cheeto La Frito? ( that’s his nickname for me)  I couldn’t get those letters right. It was weird I’d get these letters all strung together that made no sense so I wouldn’t answer. I even took my phone back because I thought something was wrong with it.”

” Anyway, I was dating this girl and we were supposed to meet for dinner and I’m at the restaurant when she sends me this text message that her Grandmother had died.

Well, I couldn’t think of anything to write back so I just sent her my love. “

” And….”

” Well, I thought I’d use the new lingo and typed in my love. “

” Uh-huh.”

” Lots of it.”

” I should hope so.” I told him.

” So I texted back LOL.”

OMG.

I hope your Christmas was just as fun(nny)

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