When I think of Christmas morning growing up
One of my favorite pictures in my mind
is
Grandma Mayme
walking passed our big picture window
to come to our home to
open gifts.
We could not open gifts until Grandma Mayme
was there.
She just lived next door.
Sometimes it felt like FOREVER,
waiting.
It was the same every year,
Watching for Grandma.
I love my dear sweet Grandma.
As long as I lived at home,
this was one of the pictures of Christmas.
For this memory I am Thankful!
1 comment:
Sounds like our Christmas with my mom. I hope this is a memory my kids will cherish ;)
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