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The Greatest Gift of All
Chapter 8
Rehearsal Dinner
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse soap in sleigh-eigh!" Sam and David crooned as Simon plucked away at his guitar strings. The adults were sitting around a big table that had been set up in the living room for the dinner while Ruthie, Simon, Sarah, and the twins were sitting at their own little table set up off to one side. Sam and David were providing the entertainment.
"That's OPEN sleigh. OPEN sleigh. Not soap in sleigh," Ruthie corrected the twins.
Sam and David tried again, "Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse soap in sleigh." They sang.
Ruthie sighed as everyone else laughed. "Ok. Let's try this one. You know Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer."
Sam and David smiled at each other as Simon began the music. "Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer had a very shiny noooosee, and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows. Olive, the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names. . ."
"Wait! Wait! That's not right!" Ruthie complained.
The twins ignored her. ". . . Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer; you'll go drown in Listerine." They began to clap for themselves as everyone laughed.
"You taught them that didn't you?" Ruthie accused Simon.
Simon laughed. "What makes you think I taught them that?"
"Because you did."
"Simon!" Eric scolded his son. "I don't even want to know what else you've taught them."
"Nothing bad?"
"Nothing bad?" Mary sounded amused. "Rudolph was just killed by mouthwash."
"Ok. That was the worst one," Simon grinned. "They'll grow out of it."
"Yeah, after years of public humiliation singing the wrong words while out Christmas caroling," Lucy chuckled.
"Those boys are never going Christmas caroling, ever," Eric said. He looked over at his three year olds. "Finish your dessert, boys."
"Sorry, Dad," Simon apologized.
Eric couldn't keep the smile from forming, "it was kind of funny."
"Yeah, it was," Annie agreed.
Simon went back to his guitar and began strumming a few chords while everyone finished up their desserts and the conversation turned to Kevin and Lucy.
"So where are you two going on your honeymoon?" The Colonel asked his granddaughter.
"Hawaii. We'll leave the 26th and come back on the 30th."
"Sounds great, Lucy," Ruth said.
"Where are you going to be doing there?" Ginger asked.
"I don't think we wanna know that?" Robbie grinned.
"I meant sightseeing, dear," she explained to Robbie.
"You think they're gonna actually leave the hotel?"
"Bed and Breakfast, Robbie. We're staying at a Bed and Breakfast Inn," Lucy corrected.
"Whatever!"
"We're staying at the Volcano Inn in Volcano, Hawaii," Lucy added.
"Let me guess. There's a volcano there," Robbie said sarcastically.
"He is smarter then he looks," Kevin observed.
"I know the place," the Colonel said. "I haven't actually been there, but I know of it. Hawaii Volcano National Park."
"Isn't that the place that's cursed?" Ginger asked.
"If you believe in that sort of thing," Charles told her.
"I didn't say I believed it; I just said I heard it's cursed."
"There is a legend about the Kilauea volcano," Lucy told them.
"You mean you wanted to go to a place that's cursed?" Ben asked.
"Legend, Ben, legend," Mary rolled her eyes. "That doesn't mean it's true."
"Oh, but it might be," Lucy smiled at her sister.
"See," Ben said. "It's cursed."
"What is this legend, Luce," Annie asked.
"Oh, nothing big. Just that if you take lava rocks away from the island, the goddess Pele curses you into having bad luck. They say that people mail rocks back to the island all the time that they've taken as souvenirs because they want to get rid of their bad luck." She shrugged.
"You don't really believe that, do you, Lucy?" Eric asked.
"Let's just say that I don't plan on bringing any souvenirs home; at least not that kind of souvenir," she laughed. "The last thing I want is bad luck if it is true."
They continued to talk about the honeymoon, Christmas, etc. By 10:00 everyone had begun to settle down for the night. Eric drove everyone back to their hotels while the others got ready for bed. Lucy and Kevin sat out on the porch for a while longer to talk.
"18 hours," Lucy commented.
"That long?" Kevin complained.
"Afraid so," Lucy snuggled up closer to him as they rocked on the porch swing.
"You excited?" he asked her.
"Yeah, you?"
"The time can't go by fast enough," he sighed. "Guess where we'll be by this time tomorrow night?"
"Mmmm," Lucy closed her eyes. "I don't have to guess; I know."
Kevin pulled her as close as possible and hugged her tightly. "I love you, Lucy."
The Greatest Gift of All
Chapter 8
Rehearsal Dinner
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse soap in sleigh-eigh!" Sam and David crooned as Simon plucked away at his guitar strings. The adults were sitting around a big table that had been set up in the living room for the dinner while Ruthie, Simon, Sarah, and the twins were sitting at their own little table set up off to one side. Sam and David were providing the entertainment.
"That's OPEN sleigh. OPEN sleigh. Not soap in sleigh," Ruthie corrected the twins.
Sam and David tried again, "Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse soap in sleigh." They sang.
Ruthie sighed as everyone else laughed. "Ok. Let's try this one. You know Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer."
Sam and David smiled at each other as Simon began the music. "Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer had a very shiny noooosee, and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows. Olive, the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names. . ."
"Wait! Wait! That's not right!" Ruthie complained.
The twins ignored her. ". . . Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer; you'll go drown in Listerine." They began to clap for themselves as everyone laughed.
"You taught them that didn't you?" Ruthie accused Simon.
Simon laughed. "What makes you think I taught them that?"
"Because you did."
"Simon!" Eric scolded his son. "I don't even want to know what else you've taught them."
"Nothing bad?"
"Nothing bad?" Mary sounded amused. "Rudolph was just killed by mouthwash."
"Ok. That was the worst one," Simon grinned. "They'll grow out of it."
"Yeah, after years of public humiliation singing the wrong words while out Christmas caroling," Lucy chuckled.
"Those boys are never going Christmas caroling, ever," Eric said. He looked over at his three year olds. "Finish your dessert, boys."
"Sorry, Dad," Simon apologized.
Eric couldn't keep the smile from forming, "it was kind of funny."
"Yeah, it was," Annie agreed.
Simon went back to his guitar and began strumming a few chords while everyone finished up their desserts and the conversation turned to Kevin and Lucy.
"So where are you two going on your honeymoon?" The Colonel asked his granddaughter.
"Hawaii. We'll leave the 26th and come back on the 30th."
"Sounds great, Lucy," Ruth said.
"Where are you going to be doing there?" Ginger asked.
"I don't think we wanna know that?" Robbie grinned.
"I meant sightseeing, dear," she explained to Robbie.
"You think they're gonna actually leave the hotel?"
"Bed and Breakfast, Robbie. We're staying at a Bed and Breakfast Inn," Lucy corrected.
"Whatever!"
"We're staying at the Volcano Inn in Volcano, Hawaii," Lucy added.
"Let me guess. There's a volcano there," Robbie said sarcastically.
"He is smarter then he looks," Kevin observed.
"I know the place," the Colonel said. "I haven't actually been there, but I know of it. Hawaii Volcano National Park."
"Isn't that the place that's cursed?" Ginger asked.
"If you believe in that sort of thing," Charles told her.
"I didn't say I believed it; I just said I heard it's cursed."
"There is a legend about the Kilauea volcano," Lucy told them.
"You mean you wanted to go to a place that's cursed?" Ben asked.
"Legend, Ben, legend," Mary rolled her eyes. "That doesn't mean it's true."
"Oh, but it might be," Lucy smiled at her sister.
"See," Ben said. "It's cursed."
"What is this legend, Luce," Annie asked.
"Oh, nothing big. Just that if you take lava rocks away from the island, the goddess Pele curses you into having bad luck. They say that people mail rocks back to the island all the time that they've taken as souvenirs because they want to get rid of their bad luck." She shrugged.
"You don't really believe that, do you, Lucy?" Eric asked.
"Let's just say that I don't plan on bringing any souvenirs home; at least not that kind of souvenir," she laughed. "The last thing I want is bad luck if it is true."
They continued to talk about the honeymoon, Christmas, etc. By 10:00 everyone had begun to settle down for the night. Eric drove everyone back to their hotels while the others got ready for bed. Lucy and Kevin sat out on the porch for a while longer to talk.
"18 hours," Lucy commented.
"That long?" Kevin complained.
"Afraid so," Lucy snuggled up closer to him as they rocked on the porch swing.
"You excited?" he asked her.
"Yeah, you?"
"The time can't go by fast enough," he sighed. "Guess where we'll be by this time tomorrow night?"
"Mmmm," Lucy closed her eyes. "I don't have to guess; I know."
Kevin pulled her as close as possible and hugged her tightly. "I love you, Lucy."