The Damn Ham

For the past two years, there has been a reoccurring joke regarding "the damn ham" that is to be served on Christmas and Easter at the Burger Family gatherings. Two years ago at Christmas, we decided to try something new for the main meal--brunch. Well, brunch came and went, but Great-Grandpa B refused to eat. He said he wasn't hungry when our 11:00 brunch began. So...he watched us all eat. Then as 2:00 approached a decision was made that he had to eat something. While fixing him a plate he proceeded to ask, "Where's my damn ham!" Yep, just like that....you see he passed on the brunch thinking ham and potatoes was going to be served. So much for trying new things. This past year I received a phone call at the office shortly after Thanksgiving. It was Great-Grandpa B. He was calling to let my dad and I both know that he had already reserved a ham for Christmas. This year at Easter J.D. was given the right of apprentice in ham carving. He did a great job!