When My Daughter-In-Law Said I Wasn't Welcome For Christmas- I Smiled, Got In My Car, And Made One Call. By New Year's... Saturday snow glazed Oakridge, Pennsylvania, the kind that squeaks under your boots and makes the porch flag snap against its pole. When my daughter-in-law said, “You’re not invited for Christmas, Barbara—you just don’t fit in,” I didn’t argue. I smiled, took my keys off the hook by the “God Bless America” magnet, and got in my car. At a red light on Maple Street, I stared at