One year at Christmas at my mother's, my niece and nephew were on their phones continually, either calling or receiving calls. It was so rude and I finally said something. My younger brother said they have a lot of friends and I told him then that they should leave and spend Christmas with their friends if we weren't important enough for them to talk to. They are just like their rude mother and we all can't stand her.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. ECCLESIASTES 3:1
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