Flash Fiction 21

Tradition….

It was the same every year as we grew up.

The second Saturday in December they went out in the morning and got the tree, then afterwards it was lunch at the diner.   Then again on the morning of Christmas Eve, we all went to the diner for supper, it saved Momma from having to cook the night before the big day Poppa said.

Everyone a role to play on the big day…

She got up early to start the turkey,

The kids got the delight of presents,

Tasks were assigned to all,

It was the same every year…

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.