An Xmas Miracle

Better late than never

An Xmas miracle:  The Chinese take-out the SJG ordered at 5 finally arrived at 7.  All I had to do was call up and repeatedly nag the stressed-out phone-answerer.  "We very busy," she said.  "Can you tell me if the food is on the way?" I asked at 6.  "Is on the way," she said, without checking.  "Are you sure?" I asked again, at 6:30.  "We very busy," she said.  At last, the orange chicken, the tasty shrimp, the chicken fried rice, appeared on the table. The sons rated the meal "so-so."  "We could've made you turkey burritos," hubby said.  "You can't have turkey burritos on Christmas," the eldest countered.  So fine.  We didn't.  We had lukewarm Chinese take-out because the Torah commands that Jews must consume Chinese food, at home or in a crowded restaurant, on December 25, or else, and trust me, you don't want to go against the Torah.  So fine.  We didn't, and we have the leftovers to prove it.