We weren't allowed to put up any Christmas decorations until after Mom's birthday. The poinsettia was always the first festive item allowed to be displayed.
One holiday at a time. In order.
As a child, I protested. WHY can't we put up the tree? Thanksgiving is over!
Now I understand it was Dad's way to ensure no one *ever* handed Mom a gift declaring it to be her birthday AND her Christmas gift.
A few years back, I began my own little tradition of buying a poinsettia on Mom's birthday. There's a ritual: I wander the entire acre and a half greenhouse and wait for a sign from Mom telling me which one she wanted.
Pandemic or not, I went to get one this year, too.
After years of hearing Mom's voice, this time it was Dad that piped up. He told me to get Mom a solid red one because that is what Mom always wanted.
Specifically, he told me to get this one:
Nice choice, Dad.
Thank you for the assist.
Happy birthday, Mom
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