A Christmas piece by the late Aloise Buckley Heath is an NR tradition. This and Mrs. Heath’s other Christmas stories were collected in Will Mrs. Major Go to Hell?, now unhappily out of print.
One of the reasons—I say one of the reasons because I could think of several others if I put my mind to it—that I kept on having babies for years after all my classmates were taking turns being president of the Planned Parenthood Association was that I always thought a big family would be such fun at Christmas. Which who doesn’t, including people like me, who know? I know why Ben Heath, who is tied to me by the bonds of marriage, has the spirit of Christmas around Thanksgiving and the spirit of Ash Wednesday around Christmas. I keep telling him I know. “I know,” I say. “I know. I know. I know.”





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