Dad, thinking fast, "Ummm...I'm the ghost of Christmas present...I don't remember anything in the past!"
A few minutes later he helps her out to her car with all her things. "I'm probably going to need another hug because I've already forgotten the other one you gave me. It's so cold outside, I may need you to hug me all the way to the car to keep me warm."
My mother rolls her eyes.
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