A Christmas Story

10127 Clark Place …

Oh this moment will be no more, and it
hasn't for a few years since my dear father
passed. I so miss it, but I have the sweetest memories that just fill my heart with joy, and I will cherish them forever. It always started with a phone call from my dad, “Sue, tree’s up!" which meant it was on the tree stand waiting for me. He’d then ask me to come over and decorated it which also include decorating his front door with the two candles that had years of duck tape on them, and the lights that were repaired with black electric tape. One year I remember coloring the duck tape with a red sharpie so it would match up with the candles. As I would be decorating his Christmas tree he would sit and watch as I would place each treasure perfectly on each branch. And oh let me mention it was always a fresh cut tree! Gosh how I loved that day. I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else, or with anyone one else on that day! I do have to say, I was very selfish with my siblings when it came to decking my fathers house. It was my day, my time, my thing with dad and they all knew it, lol. And those candles, I remember them from when I was a little girl. One other year I said to my father, out of fear of loosing a piece of my childhood, “don’t ever get rid of those candles and lights. Suppose someone wants to get you new front door decorations someday?” He responded, "I would throw the new ones away.” Deep down in my heart I knew he would. He was a man who got the most out of things… and yes, I’m smiling.

Photo credit: Dad <3
Missing and remembering Christmas’ past with my dad, but oh so grateful for the memories.