Dreaming of a White Christmas

Jonny's favorite time of year was Christmas. He couldn't wait to get out the tree and adorn it with the red, green, shiny and glittery decorations. Some were homemade, some were gifts from past Christmas...My plan was to decorate the weekend after Thanksgiving, but Jonny always begged me the weekend before...I remember one year he begged and begged, but I thought it was way to early so I said "No". Well the next day I came home from work and he had the whole living room decorated. The tree was placed in front of the window that could be seen from the street by passersby, on the mantel he placed the nativity scene, along with the stockings hung with care. At first I was upset, but then I realized did he do a wonderful job and placed everything exactly the way I would each year.

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Bernie said…

What a wonderful memory, hope the holiday season fills you with warm memories and even a day of fluffy white snow.....:-)Hugs

November 26, 2011 at 9:40 PM

Sandy's Scribbles, Poetry and Prose said…

Thanks Bernie, I hope you have a White Christmas. I just love the puppy in this picture,Jonny loved animals and would have loved this puppy. He looks like a little snowball.....

November 27, 2011 at 4:39 AM

The Parrish Family said…

That is a very wonderful memory! It brought tears to my eyes! Thank you for sharing that story.

November 27, 2011 at 7:26 AM

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