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Daily Prompt: Pick Me Up

I’m gonna try doing this from my phone…
It’s getting all foggy inside the comforter here.
Yesterday my friend texted me if I wanted to go to Starbucks with her cause they were having a 50% off sale.
That cheered me up though I couldn’t go since I was at work.
It also cheers me up when my husband says he’ll take me shopping, he’ll make me lunch, he’ll do the dishes, or he’ll stop by the grocery store.
When someone calls me “Mija” or “hija,” terms of endearment meaning “honey” or “daughter,” it warms my heart.
Not often someone will call me funny or an artist… I take both compliments quite seriously.
Just as long as they don’t call me a funny artist.
Also find it charming when someone asks how my cats are doing.
If I had to choose one it’d be when someone says, “I saw your pictures” or “read your poem.”
Some of these pick-me-ups sound a little self-centered.
Maybe next time I try to cheer someone up, I’ll just talk about me.
Response to wp daily prompt.

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Hello! My Name Is Albi.

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This is depressing.
Just when I thought they had finally learned my name at Starbucks, I find myself waiting for minutes on end for my order, even though they had already called it.
Lucky for me there aren’t very many Albis in the world.

As I was walking to work this morning, I was looking at different Nativity scenes.
I don’t celebrate Christmas and I really don’t think the Bible Jesus has anything to do with Christmas, but for the people who do, I just wonder that their Nativity scenes are so out of proportion.
I mean, in some, baby Jesus is as big as some of the houses. It’s like- Jesus-zilla. I mean if I were Mary, (which I could never be Mary but if I were), I’d be terrified if I had a child that size! Assuming she would have survived the intense labor.
And Joseph would be like, “Who did you say the father was again?”

This reminds me of one of my favorite family childhood stories, which is the time my brother and my dad were playing football in the living room and they knocked the head off one of the three wise men. I think it was the Black one. By accident, of course- they’re not racist.
(Clarification: the Bible doesn’t say how many “wise men” there were and actually calls them “magi”- astrologers- a practice it condemns. Also by the time they arrived, the couple was no longer in the manger.)-Matthew 2:1-16; Isaiah 47:13,14.
We tried to crazy-glue the head back on but it looked kinda Frankenstein-esque and it kept falling off for the next couple of Christmases, until my mom changed religions and my dad, who had always been agnostic, didn’t really care.
Though the change must have been very hard on my brother, who was born on Christmas Eve and had to adapt to a world in which the end of the year does not revolve around him.
That goes against everything he ever taught me: that he is master of the universe and knows all.
It’s a good thing he’s given me his Starbucks card in an effort to make up for past psychological trauma 😊.