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| My brother and me in front of the fireplace my Dad built. |
This is about Christmas when I was a
kid. We always had a fire going in the fireplace my Dad built. Dad
would bring a holiday tree (planted by my brother and sister) in from
the back lot.
He trimmed it and fed the leftovers
slowly to the fire so as not to cause an inferno. The smoky pine
smell filled the house.
Us kids would be bustling about
putting up homemade decorations. Mom would be in the kitchen doing
Mom stuff.
Someone would exclaim, "Look,
it's snowing!"
We would all run to the window. Our
fingers would trace the leavings of Jack Frost on the glass while we
gazed out on the gently falling snowflakes. It was beautiful!
I wish everyone could have that kind
of childhood.
Old time Christmas joy
Smoky, piney air Red and green everywhere
Light snowflakes falling
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