Making Up For A Deprived Childhood

They never made these with my name on them.

 A few years back someone got the bright idea

that just the word "Merry" conveyed the spirit of 

the season and they could save a couple of bucks on lettering(?)

Yea, I'm cashing in. 

I hate to tell you but a few of those "Merry's" live here

year round.

My Mom is responsible for many of these items.

I think she feels bad she robbed me of personalized

bike plates as a child.

I met another "Merry" once.

She wasn't.

I felt like demanding the name back.

There is a legend attached to my name.

The tale goes that while inutero I was referred to as

Happy Storm.

Hence my name,

Merry Gail.

My mom also told me in recent years that part of the reason

for the unusual spelling was to help differentiate 

 me from my Aunt, Mary.

Hence the name,

Little Merry.

All indications are that my mother was always a 

fairly intelligent woman. 

I was number four.

Perhaps she was tired.

Oh, and PS, mom,

I LOVE MY NAME!

Thanks.