The room was as hot as an oven set to room temperature

More evidence of my heartbreakingly-brief stint as Ward Relief Society Historian.

Christmas Dinner

Thursday night was a black as a black panther wearing a leather jacket and dark sunglasses, but the gym where the members of Relief Society met was lit with florescent lights that sparkled like florescent lights from heaven. A succulent meal of potatoes, ham, turkey, fruit, and two types of salad was laid out for them. After a festive greeting, a prayer, and a Christmas hymn, it was time to eat. The women ran to the buffet table like ravenous wolves, wolves who had been to the best finishing school in the nation, and had better manners than most humans. As everyone ate the delicious meal they pondered their existence in the world, and how a single event can change the course of history. The desserts were indescribable, but if one had to describe them they would use the word Rice Krispy treats somewhere in the description. Legend has it that the meal was followed by a Christmas program, which was enjoyed by all.