Looking Back
When I think about Christmas, the first memories are not as a child standing in awe of the items Santa left under the tree. No, I think about the kitchen table where we gathered for breakfast after dragging Mom and Dad out of bed before sun rise.
Mom mixed up biscuits, fried some bacon, and made gravy listening and laughing as Dad took time with each one of us praising the doll or truck Santa had brought us and maybe spouting a silly song he came up with on the spot. It is the laughter and love gathered around that kitchen table I recall the most.
If I could go back and change one thing it would be to say what I didn’t say at the time. Thank you. Thank you for giving me such a great memory.
Merry Christmas to all.
