I used to give my Mom, Doedy Harmeyer, a hard time around Christmas, telling her that her home looked like Woolworth. She put out every bright, loud, garish, cheesy decoration she could find. (Those of you who were ever there, know.) There were dancing Santas, marengoing angels, bobble-head shepherds... and multiple electronic devices playing a cacophony of mismatched Christmas carols throughout the house, which, after a short period of time, would have you biting the inside of your cheek and heading for the liquor cabinet. MAN, do I miss her - and all of her silly, tacky Christmas stuff. Id give everything for another night of that. The holidays just arent the same now. Love you, Mama. Merry Christmas. Youre welcome to show up tonight and pull on my toes. (Something she always threatened to do if I embarrassed her after she was gone. If only she would...) Merry Christmas, to you all. Cherish your most important gifts. Trust me, they dont last forever. :)
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 23:56:54 +0000
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