When I was 9 my parents woke me to a Christmas Day I will always remember. It was the last one with my Dad. I can still feel the warmth, sense him sitting there in his red flannel shirt with his coffee, supervising the opening of what must have been every toy advertised on Saturday morning tv. The Fireball XL5 rocket ship, the cannon that shot plastic cannon balls, the aircraft carrier thatu launched planes, and on and on. Looking back I now know he knew bad times were ahead.
This Christmas? My daughter and son are adults with careers of their own. I got a gift from them that I really wanted - photo portraits of them done by my daughter, framed and matted by my son.
On the back of the portraits? An envelope. In the envelope? Airline tickets and expenses paid trip to Lisbon and Paris. Now I know why my wife insisted we get up to date passports, “so we have them if we ever need them.”
This old piece of coal has had it the last few years with health and financial issues. We have handled them the best we could. The last couple weeks have been special though.
Im sure others have holiday stories to tell.
PS: And I only gained five pounds!
This Christmas? My daughter and son are adults with careers of their own. I got a gift from them that I really wanted - photo portraits of them done by my daughter, framed and matted by my son.
On the back of the portraits? An envelope. In the envelope? Airline tickets and expenses paid trip to Lisbon and Paris. Now I know why my wife insisted we get up to date passports, “so we have them if we ever need them.”
This old piece of coal has had it the last few years with health and financial issues. We have handled them the best we could. The last couple weeks have been special though.
Im sure others have holiday stories to tell.
PS: And I only gained five pounds!
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