Saturday, March 18, 2023
I remember Christmas morning waking up, and telling you Santa came. I’d be so excited, and you would ever so calmly get up, come out with us girls and put the coffee on for you and my father while we woke them up. Dad would always tell us to go open our stalkings while they got up, and then you and him would sit with your black coffee, just watching us open gifts with joy on our faces. You always loved your gifts, and made the holiday that much more special. Christmas hasn’t been the same without you, but I’m glad I have the memories I do of when you was here
