Okay, so the story of my favorite Christmas is actually a little funny as well, so I will add it to our funny Christmas story contest. Of course it isn’t eligible to win the Elmo. By the way, we’ll announce our Elmo winner tomorrow.

Most of our friends and family know this story already, but this is for any new folk joining us, and of course, it’s good to have the story written down somewhere, you know – for the kids!

So, on with the story. Ahem….well, apparently my memory stinks and we (J. and I) are just debating which year this actually occurred. I am of the mind that it was 1991, he thinks 1992 – at any rate it was a long time ago.

We had gone to midnight mass with my family and were on our way home when Jamie said he needed to make a quick stop at The Station. For those who don’t know, The Station was one of the two competing pizza joints in our tiny little town. Pretty much everyone in town had worked at The Station at some point in their working career. J. had actually worked and managed The Station through most of his high school years, and then again on college summer and Christmas vacations. Oh, and…it is also where he had first asked me out. Yup, behind The Station, next to the delivery door and the dumpster. Totally romantic, right?

So, he needed to make a quick stop at The Station. Remember it is like 1:30 in the morning at this point. (Can you see where this is going?) So fast forward 10 minutes, our song, “Right Here Waiting” by Richard Marx (Don’t laugh – it was the late 80s when we started going out!) was playing on the jukebox, J. is on one knee trying to get through a very sweet proposal, I’m realizing what he is doing, and am in tears and there is a knock on the door. In the middle of J.’s proposal. So he opens the door and it is the police. Leslie is a very small town, so the police knew us.

Policeman: “Jamie. We saw the lights on. What are you doing? Are you having a problem?

J: “Um…no. I’m just trying to propose to my girlfriend.”

Policeman: (stammering as he is backing out the door) “Uh…oh. Wow. Okay. Good luck. Good night.”

And then J. came back and picked up where he left off…and I said, “Um…OK.” – Nah, I said, “Yes!” of course.

It was by far the best decision I ever made. And the best Christmas, too.