There can be only one!

WKRLEM: He Goldfingered her.

There can only be two.

Donald Trump sat back in his overstuffed recliner in his penthouse apartment in Trump Tower. He was taking a day of rest after meeting with the jackal press. The campaign had been grueling. He was victorious as he knew would be. President of these United States. But he was tired. Very tired.

Soon he would preside over a happy and boisterous family gathering as the Trump clan got together to celebrate Thanksgiving. His loving wife Melania would be opposite him at the other end of the table with little Baron. His beloved Daughter Ivanka would be there with her new son and her other children. His sons would be there with their spouses and children. They were devout family men much like himself. Her oddball daughter Tiffany would be there as well. Even his ex-wife Ivana would be there to celebrate with her children. Thankfully they got along and could be civil with each. More civil than he could be with the conservative Republicans who hate him so. No matter. 

Thanksgiving was a day to celebrate and give thanks for all his blessings. Most of all the blessing that he could serve his country that had given so much to him and his family.

Trump pushed back on the chair to raise his feet on the foot rest that appeared at the bottom of the recliner. His thoughts were all over the place. The campaign. The transition. But most of all his own mother.  Mary Ann MacLeod.  Of the Clan MacLeod.

There can be only one.

Donald Trump sat back in his overstuffed recliner in his penthouse apartment in Trump Tower. He was taking a day of rest. The campaign had been grueling. He was victorious in the first lap. But he was very tired. Later he would preside over a happy and boisterous family gathering as the Trump clan got together to celebrate Mother’s Day. His loving wife Melania would be at the head of the table with little Baron. His beloved Daughter Ivanka would be there with her new son. His other sons would be there with their spouses and children. They were devout family men much like himself. Even his ex-wife Ivana would be there to celebrate with her children. Thankfully they got along and could be civil with each. More civil than he could be with the conservative Republicans who hate him so. No matter. Today was a day to celebrate Mothers.

Trump pushed back on the chair to raise his feet on the foot rest that appeared at the bottom of the recliner. His thoughts were all over the place. The campaign. The coming battle. But most of all his own mother.  Mary Ann MacLeod.  Of the Clan MacLeod.