Here we are counting down the last days until Christmas, and all the young people in my life are a mixed bag of anticipation, hope and trepidation (((laughs))).
Yes, trepidation, over the possibilities of just what might be inside those innocuous appearing wrapped packages, under their grandma’s 
tree.
It is a well-known fact that grandmothers can, and will, gift you with what they think you need.
After all, they have eons more of experience in life matters than your parents do, and to them, your parents are still kids anyway so therefore they simply cannot be relied on to make sure you have everything you really, truly need.
Now make no mistake, if grandma feels you need Preparation-H (let’s not even get into how or why she would think that..UGH), but the point is, if she THINKS you need Preparation-H, you can bet your arse, that is exactly what you will be unwrapping in front of the whole family at Christmas.
And be prepared, to suck up your mortification and smile big for that picture you know she is going to insist on taking to mark that special occasion.
Nothing like being memorialized in the family albums for all-time with your big ‘ole grin and a tube of Prep-H. (((giggles)))
Who hasn’t been there done that one, though??!!
It is just a part of being a dutiful and appreciative grandchild, and if you were fortunate enough to have grandparents, and they treated you well as grandparents should..then hey, what’s a little personal mortification once or twice a year to show how much you love them, right?
So, onto the story that prompted this blog today.
Into the Mystic 