It 's possible to forgive someone a great deal if he makes you laugh.
Carolyn Llewellyn

Life does not cease to be funny when people die; any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh. George Bernard Shaw

I know what I want for Christmas this year. I don’t usually have any idea what I want. (Jack has a Santa request list he begins in October.) In fact I usually dread the holiday season for a lot of reasons. But this year I don’t want to feel like my whiny melancholy self. I really don’t. And that’s why I want this gift for Christmas.

The other night we went to Cracker Barrel for supper. We don’t frequent the corporate chains too much, but when we feel the need for comfort food it’s off to the Cracker Barrel. If you’ve ever been to one of these restaurants you know that the whole front area is a big gift shop. When we walked through the gift area to the hostess stand I heard something laughing. Jack told me it was a turkey, but after our meal I walked back out there and saw that it was a little laughing dog. He lay in a wire basket on a lower shelf and when anyone walked in front of him he rolled around laughing helplessly until you moved away. Even though he doesn’t have the most melodic laugh I’ve ever heard, for some reason he struck me as adorable. His laugh was contagious, and I decided that he’s exactly what I want Santa to bring me this year. And I’m sure he will.

A hearty laugh gives one a dry cleaning, while a good cry is a wet wash.
Puzant Kevork Thomajan