Merry Christmas to all!
Last night was a full moon (on Christmas Eve). That doesn’t happen again for 19 years. Santa turned off the bulb on Rudolph’s nose.
I got an early Christmas present. My favorite son, Grasshopper No.3, and Grandson Collin, invited me to see Star Wars at the local theater on Tuesday. We had reserved seats. The seats were luxurious and reclined. Does it get any better? Let me see. Father, Son, Grandson and in the next several months, Great-Grandson. That has the makings of a four generation picture.
Last night, Christmas Eve, I noticed a long white limousine moving slowly past our house. I thought maybe my kids had sent it for Mom and myself and it would wisk us off to a great Christmas celebration. Nope. It kept right on going past our house. Why would you need a limousine to take you to church?
I will share two memorable Christmas “seasons”. First, I knew my Grandma Myrna (who was like a 2nd Mom) would probably be alone at Christmas. I arranged for a local flower shoppe to deliver a single rose every day for two weeks. Each day there would be a knock on her door and she would be handed a single rose. She appreciated the roses but seemed somewhat bewildered that someone would do that for her. I never told her who arranged it.
The second memorable season involved your Mom and Grasshopper No.1, No.2 and No.3 in the early 1970’s. I borrowed from the song “On the Twelve Days of Christmas”. Every day for the 12 days preceeding Christmas, I brought your Mom a Christmas gift. It could be a figurine caroling, a Christmas ornament, or candy canes. You get the idea. At first, your Mom was surprised. By the end of 12 days, there would have been a lot of disappointment if I had forgotten the daily gift. The magical thing that happened was that you three older kids knew about the daily gift and your Mom would actually let you open each wrapped package. It became a family affair. It turned out to be a lot of fun. No, there were no partridges in a pear tree.
Enjoy the Season.
Love,
Dad