My Dad is Santa...

 

 When I was 8, my parents built a most beautiful house in  Sweeny.  While doing this Mom managed to find the time to make this neat "cutting board"  and crocheted a doily. Turned out it was a super bed for Barbie and a throw rug...for under the couch  (made of cardboard cigar boxes) JUST like the one she had re-upholstered herself.  It all MATCHED!!!!  She did it right in front of me and  I never knew!   She may have decided to take a different tactic after I "discovered"  the boot box of Barbie dresses hidden in top of the closet a couple years earlier.  (Mom made them all while I was at school.) 

 

 

 

 

I remember Mom and Dad sitting on the couch while my sister Jeana and I  proudly showed our new Yogi and Flintstone slide shows...on a sheet tacked to the wall.  They were spending time with us and loved it.  It was Movie Night!

 

 

 

 In my adult life, Mom and Dad continued to carry on Christmas traditions.  Christimas Eve became the evening to get together.  Santa Bob (Dad) came home tired after a season of sharing--but always walked in with a smile.  I think I sat on his lap every Christmas Eve.  (Pretty sure by now his legs were tired..but not too tired for me!)

 

 

                       

 

 

The memories are so many--good and happy.  I hope our children can think back someday to those special Christmas Days.   I was just wondering today...Think it will snow this year?   That was our first Christmas together as a family.  I remember...

 

Merry Christmas to all,

Teresa