every year my uncle jerome brings a watermelon from west virginia up for christmas. we cut open glad trash bags up and line the living room floor. mama hangs the watermelon from some ol' fishing line and we get a broom stick out. we take turns breakin up that big ol' piece of juicy fruit. once it breaks open and smashes into bits and pieces on da floor. everyone races to collect as many watermelon seeds as possible. whoever has the most seeds is going to have good luck in the coming year and good health. actually, my great aunt lucille thompson told me it means the youngest child is going to get knocked up and the oldest is going to die poor without a man. there is 10 minutes left to christmas and i have sticky hands from the watermelon. i was the winner today with 34 watermelon seeds, i guess i am going to wake up january 1 2009 collecting unemployment and no dick in my bed. oh wait, that already came true. happy birthday jesus. i will remember to get you an ice cream cake next year.
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