"You Know What You Can Do for Me Young Lady

 "You Know What You Can Do for Me Young Lady



     Antother tale of the family joys of Christmas, this one starrring BC in probably the worst holiday dinner of all yules. Greg liked this one because it amplified the sometimes slumbering anger of the old patriarch who used Christmas to make up for all other slights in the year. He liked to spoil his girls and especially his baby Chrissie who almost did not make it home from the hospital after she was born due to a childhood ailment. So the old man focused on his girls at Christmas and everything went wrong about 1980 (subject to editing) when his baby was off with her Air Force husband Mark stationed in far-off Germany. Even though she was cooking up  grandson Shaun there was no way she could make it to Terraine avenue for the traditional Creason holiday hoo-rah attended by the entire family. The crowd was relatively small in that day as only six grandkids had been produced and we had a sit-down dinner in the dining room with the typical white people foods of ham, cole-slaw, potatoes au gratin, etc. As if the celebration wasn't already under the Chrissy-lack stress for some terrible coincidence the sinks became blocked and would not drain. No matter what was tried they could not be unblocked and it caused quite a kerfuffle with all the pots, pans, dishes and cutlery to be cleaned after the feast. Instead there was just a sink-full of greasy gray water waiting to overflow.  It was back in the primitive days when the males did nothing but eat and sit in chairs in the den while the women made the food, served the food and cleaned up the mess. All looked to be lost and as the problem worsened so did the mood of BC who was on a depressed low-boil the entire night. Finally, with both parents in utter hysterical despair poor Cheryl tried to save the day by shouting "I will wash the dishes in the bathtub!" She was in her cups and may have thrown in an F-bomb there but it just lit the fuse on the infamous Ben Creason anger. Yule joy was over and he narrowed his eyes, pointed his manicured finger and shouted "you know what you can do for me young lady!" "You can get the hell out of my house!" I was bellowed with such power that everyone knew the deed was done and Cheryl became the sacrificial lamb of the Christmas when Chrissie wasn't there. 



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