The Greatest Grift of All

In which we learn that we may never learn… Image by Author, yet another snap from my Christmas Village. Let’s just imagine that our characters in the following story shop at this local market, at least when they’re not busy trying to belittle one another… Original inspiration image: A still from the 1956 film “Autumn Leaves”, wherein Joan Crawford appears to be sitting on a couch or a chair or an underling, looking up at Cliff Robertson who might be clutching the front of her silk frock or maybe making a fist, who knows. Whatever he’s doing, he’s not happy. (We’ll also assume that Joan is peeved as well, as it’s in her contract that she should always seem bigger on screen than her costars.) In any case, here we go… Joan: “Look, I understand that you are upset, but there is absolutely no reason for you to be shoving your hand anywhere near my bosom. You’re not a casting director.” Cliff: “No, you don’t understand. I have been in the kitchen all day, sweating my ass off and trying to…