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Mom’s 94th Christmas and Counting

Posted on December 25, 2013 by Tom Laughon

Birthday Girl

“Christmas is the day that holds all time together.”– Alexander Smith

Mom’s 94th Christmas and Counting:

Counting the Christmas Day mom was born on.

Counting the number of Santa’s knees mom must have sat on.

Counting the number of Santa’s knees she took my sister and me to sit on.

Counting the number of Santa’s knees she took my two daughters to sit on.

Counting the gifts of loving, caring, sharing and giving she has brought to our family and to so many others that there are just too many to count.

Counting the memories and the smiles she magically creates for us all.

For a meaningful, wonderful, joyful Christmas, you can always count on my mom.

My mom, Helen Douglas Martin Laughon, was born on Christmas Day, 1919. I believe the old Timex watch slogan was really made for her … she “takes a licking and keeps on ticking”.

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Mom & Santa

Posted on December 21, 2013 by Tom Laughon

Next to the North Pole and home sweet home in Richmond, Virginia, Circle Center Adult Day Care Services is mom’s favorite place on earth.

And, on this magic day, Santa came all the way from the North Pole to Circle Center just to visit mom.

When he asked her if she had been naughty or nice, Mom’s answer was YES.

She also whispered to Santa that her birthday was on Christmas Day.

He asked her how old she was and she said six.

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It’s My Party …

Posted on December 25, 2011 by Tom Laughon

A Special Visitor on Mom's Birthday

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to

Cry if I want to, cry if I want to

You would cry too, if it happened to you

Me: Mom, you are 92 years old, today! What does it feel like to be born on Christmas Day?

Mom:  I cried. Every Christmas I cried.

Me: Why mom?
Mom: Because everybody got presents on my birthday, and I never got presents on theirs.
PostScript: Well, our family can’t wipe away 91 years worth of tears, but we sure do know how to throw a party-without-tears.
Join the fun at My Mom is 92!


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Born Christmas Day. First Name Starts with J.

Posted on December 1, 2011 by Tom Laughon

Scene: 

My mom, Helen, is going to have a birthday this month! She will be 92!

Although her birthday is Christmas day, I thought it would be fun to start getting her excited about it now.

The following conversation occurred this morning in the car on the way to Circle Center, mom’s adult daycare provider.  

Tom: Mom, there are two people who were born on Christmas Day that you have known your whole life. Who are they?

Mom: I don’t know. Who are they?

Tom: Mom, one of them was born in a manger and has a first name that starts with a J.

Mom: Jim!

Tom: Nope.

Mom: Joe!

Tom: Nope. It was Jesus, mom. Jesus was born on Christmas day!

Mom: Oh. I was going to guess Jane.

Tom: And, who was the other person who was born on Christmas Day that you have known your whole life?

Mom: I don’t know. Does it start with a J?

Tom: It starts with an H.

Mom: Well, I don’t know anybody who has a birthday on Christmas with a name that starts with H, but I know plenty who have one that begin with J.

Tom: Who, mom?

Mom: Jim, Joe, Jane and what’s-his-name.

Tom: No, mom. It’s you.

Mom: Nope. It’s Jesus! My name starts with an H.

Tom: Mom, you and Jesus have a birthday on the very same day … Christmas Day!

Mom: I don’t know about that, but I sure do know who Jesus is.

(Mom starts singing and clapping her hands)

Jesus loves the little children,

All the children of the world,

Red and yellow, black and white,

They are precious in his sight,

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

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