Christmas 1964

There was a small glow by the fire, But the real glow was on the face of our son. Sincere about his wait, he put his chair next to the chimney Don’t forget your pup, Daddy said, throwing him Poindexter. It was a simpler time. I smile as I look at that photo. 1964, when life was a joy, when my children lived with me. Their daddy is gone now, but I get warm when I look at this photo. Remembering my son, and how sweet he was, waiting for Santa. He has been gone almost five years too, so odd to think of it. I have outlived three of my four children. Thank God I have photos like this to remind me Of their wonderfulness. I kiss the photo and go to bed, feeling blessed.