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Monday, December 22, 2014

CHRISTMAS MEMORIES WITH DAD!

I'm normally asleep at 3 a.m., but instead, I'm listening to Christmas music and remembering a very tender-hearted and special man. 

 
 
My dad loved the beautiful Christmas song O HOLY NIGHT, and it's become my favorite as well.  I can remember sitting next to him in our little church in Wisconsin, and whenever that song was sung by a lovely woman named Joan, my dad was filled with tears.  He never sang, but that song touched his heart.  And it does the same for me today.  I think of him whenever I hear it, and wish that I'd had many more years with him. He was a true gentle man, and I will always have loving memories of him at Christmas and many other times. 

One special Christmas morning when I was about 10, I remember opening several small presents from my parents, and selfishly feeling a little disappointed.  There was nothing really "special," just socks, pajamas, etc.


And then my dad brought out a large wrapped package.  I was very curious, and when I first opened it, I thought it looked like a suitcase.  That really got me wondering.  I couldn't imagine that my parents were sending me away, but I was confused.  Dad suggested I do the obvious and open the "suitcase."  Inside I discovered a beautiful gold saxophone lying on a red velvet covering. I was ecstatic!  I knew that it must have been expensive, and knowing that my parents were far from rich, I felt a little ashamed of myself for my initial attitude. I learned to play that beautiful instrument for many years, and like many other opportunities my parents gave me, it helped expand my confidence.  I felt proud and happy every time I played it at ballgames and concerts and contests, and I so often wish I still had it.

As I anticipate wrapping presents for my grandchildren and listening to Christmas music, I'm filled with memories and strong emotions.  The years since I was a child seem to have raced by, but I'll never forget the excitement of Christmas morning. I just wish I had a picture of that young girl opening her most memorable childhood gift, and the joy it brought. 

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