Dear Delta

Dear Delta,

Thank you for sending us two courtesy emails and phone calls telling us about the five hour delay of our plane. Thank you for failing to mention in any of these that even though you called...and emailed...our home phone...you still wanted us to be at the airport. Thank you for hiring Cronk to be the one to tell us that even though the plane was still on the ground (and would be for another two hours) that us, and the dozen other people in line with us could not get on the plane because security had left.

So now, instead of hearing Basil sing "Feliz Naughty Dod"
Instead of hearing Brooke say, "Merry Christmas Charlie" a hundred times...each being equally funny
Instead of eating Papa's yummy ham and funeral potatoes
Instead of Finally being the first to get to hit the pinata (Noelle would have been the youngest)
Instead of getting to unwrap the red lacy Double D white elephant

I will be pondering my entitlement issues
Using my food storage to make two days worth of meals
And trying not to unpack everything just to repack it.

Merry Christmas Cronk