Pink Champagne. With cherries in the bottom of the glass. Every Christmas morning my Dad would put on that goofy hat..his fuzzy slippers.. And hand out gifts from around a glowing tree. Illuminated with fat primary glass lights. The kind they dont make any more. I miss the sound of my parents laughter. We would always wrap some ridiculous teenie thing in a predictable way that made it almost impossible for my Dad to rip open. I can still see how gnarled and beat up his hands were. I was graced with my Mothers hands. Same crooked index fingers and all. Its funny the things we remember as we grow older. I remember conspiring to see how many tee shirts we could stuff into a wrapping paper tube...new pajamas..and the sound of laughter ripping in short loud blasts of love that echos still to this day. And pink Champagne ..with cherries in the bottom of the glass. Merry Christmas my friends. Make memories today...for they are truly the things that matter.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 13:58:17 +0000
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