Here is one – just as my mother sent it to me:
“The eve of Christmas 1945 there was a knock at the door and I answered it. To my great joy and surprise it was my Daddy. He had been in World War II in Japan. I had been sick and they sent him home just at Christmas. What a happy time it was for my family.”
Great addition to your stories Kim.
ReplyDeletegoosebumps on my arms!!
ReplyDeletenetchick bumps too
WOWEE ~ That's surely an everlasting memory that can be shared forever and ever and NEVER GROW OLD!
ReplyDeleteThinking of Christmas I remember my best friend Pat. She passed away over 20 years ago, but the memories live on. She loved the holidays and would decorate and prepare long before the holiday came. We used to laugh... "all that work and the meal was done in an hour!" She/We loved it though... I so miss her!
I.can't.imagine.
ReplyDeleteActually, I can imagine
and that almost makes me
crumble.
The joy that must have been felt at that time!
xo
erin
that must've been the greatest gift ever.
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