Note: I have been busy with family stuff at the moment, so that's why I haven't updated much. This story came from an e - mail a few years ago, so I decided to give this a shot. Enjoy.
My name is Ralph Malph. Christmas was coming in two weeks from now and I was already having a Christmas party with my class. I teach music to the high school kids, but when school gets out for the day, I teach piano the ages between kindergarten and up. I've always been disappointed since college students never were interested in learning my technique on music. This Christmas was going to be a long and lonely one for me. I am forty – five years old. This year my adopted sons, Norman and Jay would be here with me. That always makes me happy when I get the boys.
The boys are not my birth children. They were adopted in an orphanage back in California. My ex – wife, Karen McCarey, had to fly out there by herself since I had class to teach. This year I hoped my plan would work by inviting Karen over for Christmas. She usually didn't since she was busy celebrating it with her other friends and older brother. Her older brother, Jay McCarey, is the only family she has left and the two of them were very close since they were growing up.
My house has been lonely since Karen and I divorced a few years back. Our marriage didn't work out like we'd hoped so that was why we split. We split because she had so many cases to work on at the sheriff's office. Karen happens to be a police officer. She does well with it. I had my classroom decorated with Christmas decorations. I bought some of them from home to brighten the classroom a bit. The students somehow seemed to like my room the best since it had the most decorations on the second floor. My friends had their own plans to celebrate the holidays this year.
Warren (also known as Potsie) Webber was going to be in Utah for the holiday. He was going to celebrate it with his wife, Velma Dinkley and their two sons. Actually, Velma and Potsie were lucky to have a marriage that would end up happily ever after. They ended up raising triplets. Can you imagine that? Richie Cunningham, another close friend of mine, was also celebrating the holidays with his own family – his wife, Lori Beth, mother Marion (whom we like to call Mrs. C), sister, Joanie, son Richie Jr., and Sara, his daughter. Chachi Arcola, Joanie's boyfriend, was also celebrating the holidays with them since Chachi's stepfather, Al Delvecchio wanted to spend Christmas alone with his mother so Chachi was invited to the Cunninghams'.
We'd planned on having Christmas supper together but we usually had supper with each other weekly. We mostly ate at our friend, Arthur Fonzarelli, (also known as the Fonz) with his family but it was always at the Fonz's house. The Fonz had changed since our childhood. Fonz is now a retired mechanic and a stay – at – home father to an eighth grade daughter named Dedire and a college son out in New York City, Lester. His wife, Tiffany, happens to be a doctor for children with problems such as depression and anxiety. She does well with her specialty and people like her.
My sons, Norman and Jay had school off today so they went with me to celebrate Christmas with my class. Norman and Jay seemed to love it since the class ended up loving them and giving all their attention. Norman is the oldest of the two while Jay is the youngest. Norman is thirteen while Jay is eight. Norman can really pick on Jay sometimes but Jay had never really liked his older brother's picking on him since he was the youngest.
My family was different when I was growing up. My dad happened to be a doctor but not the kind of practice that had to do with medicine. He was the type of doctor who would know what issues the patients had with their eyes. He did well with that job but now he's retired. I did never had brothers or sisters of my own. It was hard on me since I was an only child and Mom and Dad raised me by themselves. My father and I had always got along but it sometimes made me wish I wasn't an only child.
That's when an idea came into my head. It had nothing to do with my students or the boys. I thought I'd buy Karen a nice Christmas gift and see if she would want to come back to me and we could try to be together a second time around. What to get her? She was like myself – red hair. I thought it would do well with a marriage for a husband and wife who had the same hair coloring, but our red hair was different from each other's. Karen was a hotshot when we first met and I still think she is. I did not want to celebrate this year's Christmas with just the boys. I thought I would talk with her and see if she could cancel out celebrating the holidays with her other friends and older brother. I'll have to think of something there. Maybe Karen would agree to live with me and the boys permently and see how our relationship would turn out. I'll have to think more on that.