I thank God daily for the Xtra 3 1/2 - 4 years he gave us with Mom after he said she'd never see Christmas. That ol cancer finally got her.
Growing up I can remember the delicious smells coming from the kitchen as Christmas dinner was being prepared. Moms spcl occasion yeast rolls were such a treat. Pop and I usually got up early and went rabbit hunting. We'd get home about dinner time feeling starved to death, the aroma when we opened the door was undescribable.
We all went through eating at the card table and piano bench as kids and every year we'd ask, Momma can I eat at the big table this year?? Boy oh boy, when you got to the big table you felt like you were really a big shot.
When it was time to hang up our stockings Christmas eve we'd all go to Pop to get one of his big ol hunting socks cause they were bigger and held more goodies. We'd keep slipping notes in the door for santas elves leading up to Christmas, boy that kept Mom and Pop hopping retrieving them, and they'd say they saw an elf if we were being bad, boy that straightened us up.
Santa would leave our gifts wherever our sock was hung, he always seemed to know whos was whos. One year I got a basketball, Gale got the goal. Never a lot of fancy things. I reckon by todays standards we were poor, but we didn't knw it. We were rich with the love of Jesus and 2 wonderful parents. I miss them both terribly. Oh well, Merry Christmas to all my family and friends, and remember, Patty lost her Mother this year too. POWDERMAN.