Grandpa Scrooge

My grandpa was a scrooge when I was just a child. He was so hateful and never gave anyone a smile. Our grandpa was always guiet and never spoke a word. The talking came from granny thats the only words we heard. At our Christmas meal granny would say a prayer. Mean'ol grandpa sat there in his big'ol wooden chair. He never spoke a word or showed us that he cared. But on Christmas morning grandpa's tree was never bare. He handmade a present for each and everyone. It took him over a year to get them all done. Thought's of my late grandpa is why Christmas means so much. I remember the handmade gifts he made with his loving touch. Teresa Skyles