Christmas Season

With Burle Ives singing Frosty the snowman in the background, and the smell of pies and cinamon in the open, warm kitchen, thoughts of Christmas' past come to mind. When precious God fearing, grand parents were around to keep my thoughts on the right path and help to increase my faith in a loving heavenly father. A father that had the good of the family in mind; was the protector of the family and leader. Times were more simple and precious, hard work was the norm around the small vegetable farm. Decorations for Christmas were a must, a tree and lights, with many gifts under the tree. Kids playing with all the toys and each other, usually a board game would take place after the Christmas eve meal with all the cousins, that we all readily enjoyed. As the kids got older, and were able to drive, we would take a ride to Christmas Lane and look at the decorations and lights. Then go home to wait fot Santa to leave our presents, with the fire place's glowing red embers, Santa could see the perfect place to leave the gifts arranged for best enjoyment and visual build-up. Love abounds sitll in our home, with my own son watching for Santa's spies around Thanksgiving and wishing for every toy known to mankind. The awe and wonder are still there, but I miss those gone on before, though I can imagine the celebration they are having up in Heaven, praising Jesus, and loving each other. For my grand parents-Robert and Leola Kendrick and Marion and Marie Morgan