Imagine that you live in a round-house on the top of a hill. Every window looks out to a different view. When you look out of one window you can see the coastline and that makes you feel a specific…
We rose early on Christmas mornings to check our stockings. Then the agony of waiting for the parents to wake.
My sibs and I would take turns showing our parents what “Santa” had left as they consumed caffeine.
After opening presents, we’d clean up the house and ourselves, getting ready to see the relatives. That’s when Pop would make his move.
“Oh honey, come here a minute. I think I forgot to give you something.”
Inside would be a treasure I had coveted or mentioned on one of our trips or something that just reminded him of me.
No gift will ever compare to the forgotten gift. I love you so much, Pop.
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