A Christmas Wish Page #2

Oh, yeah.

By the bed ?

F-f-forget the stupid tree

and go to sleep.

It's not stupid,

and you go to sleep.

You're not the boss of me.

I am tonight.

Then you have to

tell a story.

I don't know any.

You must know one.

Oh !

Here you go.

Trudy finally broke down

and hired a regular, huh ?

Jim, you no talk

like that.

I didn't mean

nothing by it.

Well, that's me, just

a broken-down regular.

Don't listen to him.

He's loco.

Yeah, well, I've never seen

anybody order enchiladas

smothered in gravy.

You ain't lived, darlin'.

I don't know

any stories, Mel.

Go to sleep.

Not even

a Christmas story ?

No.

All right,

then I'll tell you one.

It was Christmas Eve

a really long time ago,

so long ago

that it wasn't even

called Christmas yet.

It's always been called

Chr-Christmas.

Not the first one.

His name was Joe.

That's what

people called him.

It was short for Joseph.

Aye !

And she was Mary

and she was

going to have a baby

and all the animals they

passed knew who she was.

Give me a break.

And when Mary

and Joe passed by them,

the sheep would go "baaa"

and the donkey went

"hee-haw,"

and the dog, "woof."

I know how animals sound.

That was because

the animals knew

her baby was

going to be very special.

He was going to be the most

special baby ever born.

He was going to be a king,

but nobody

knew it yet

and he was going to

save people.

Good people, bad people,

kids, grownups--

everybody.

( Martha )

I thought my marriage

was made in heaven.

Well, marriages

are made in heaven,

but so is thunder

and lightning.

( laughing )

True.

Martha.

I haven't heard

an old-fashioned name

like that in a while.

It was my

grandmother's name.

It's a derivation of Mary,

you know.

Mother Mary

at Christmastime.

Maybe the mother part.

So is Trudy having a hard time

keeping this place open ?

Well, when the economy tanks,

people don't eat out as much.

Yeah, it's

a small town, huh ?

Phone book has one page.

Wow, what about

the regulars ?

They keep the place

going.

I met the Carnes.

Mm-hmm.

They seem like

really nice people.

Oh, all our regulars are,

if you don't count Les.

Les ?

McCallum, local cattleman.

Cranky ?

Babies are cranky,

Les is miserable,

like an old hamburger patty

fizzing and sputtering

in his own grease.

Ew.

Ugh.

Who else should

I look out for ?

Joe Hopkins.

Oh, yeah,

he's miserable, too ?

No, just the opposite.

Hey.

Okay.

You probably want coffee.

Hot chocolate, actually.

Okay.

( machine whirring )

Here you go.

Thank you.

Oh, can I get you

anything else ?

( Lola )

Piece of lemon meringue pie.

And a piece of

lemon meringue pie.

Coming right up.

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