A Broken-Bread Christmas

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This year, as on some prior occasions, my family had no time and energy to prepare for a festive Christmas break. So we went to a grocery shortly before they all closed on Christmas Eve to buy some tasty tidbits and breads. One star among the latter was a French baguette. Sadly, it broke on the way to the cash register. We noticed it but decided to buy it anyway. It was somehow symbolic for my whole life to me. We decided to make its fracture harmless by eating it first, long before its fracture could dry it out. We even made good use of the fracture by doubling it over in our shopping bag that it otherwise wouldn’t have fit into. Bendable bread. Neat. Best thing since sliced bread perhaps. 😉

Making the best of all circumstances, good, bad, and horrible — that’s been my life. It seemed suitable to celebrate a family holiday that way. Oh, and isn’t Christ supposed to have broken some bread to feed the many?   Continue reading “A Broken-Bread Christmas”