Christmas when I was a kid was early to raise to open up Santa's gifts that were hid
then off to grama house we go
So many people would know the way, the kids would get their own table and play
As I got older it was still over the river to grama's house we go but not so early and their was no more kid's table and poppy would smile when he opened his Parodi cigars all the way then
Grama died
I moved into grandma's house to help poppy and I married. Lots of people now a blended family, used two sides of the house although not many kids.
then poppy died...
Now Christmas was me and mom off to my sisters house she had some kids and the sligh new the way to her home for many years Over the river and through the woods, And straight through the barnyard gate we go....it was never too late for the men to elate around a fire pit tokening cigars, they told us it was just fate...
then my mother dies.
My sister moved far away the kids are out of school. Christmas now no more kids we gathered some figs and hubby and I went to dear Aunties home in the country there was lots of cheer...
then auntie dies
The horse still knows the way on Christmas eve day to Claude's home the Italian best friend to all. He so neat his house is full of treats and in a flash you would find yourself laughing your ass off
then Claude dies
Christmas is on it's way here comes June and my brother in law died falling into Oct my cousin died oh lordy is in his 40's.
Christmas 2014, is me in my wide open bed all day with the covers pulled sharply over my head... I did say covers not a plastic bag..
Father time has stolen my sprit so please hear this as I drive out of site I do wish you all a Merry Christmas..
However with all respect to the baby Jesus I do not want to celebrate it for it reminds me of what I lost
Thanks for the contest....
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