The Countdown

Santa is getting ready for his big Christmas eve deliveries.

I can see my Jon peeking out the little windows by the front door of the old farmhouse and saying, "I can hear Santa Mom; he's up on the roof." What precious memories.

Among the favorites was Kelley calling from upstairs, "Uh, Mom - Dad, I think the tree fell over." Sure enough, there is was in a heap on the floor. Wonder how that happened?

This is my first year without a Christmas tree. Where would I put it? We have a small ceramic tree on the window sill and it's nice, but I sure miss my big tree.

I remember when Mam and Dad had a ceramic Christmas tree in their senior apartment and thinking, "I'll never do that, no way!"

My little grandkids must be hopping off the walls at this point. Sure wish I was there to see them Christmas morning.

I will be otherwise engaged and stay tuned for the update. It's a surprise.

We are off the deliver our cards up and down the halls.

Merry Christmas dear friends.