Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Pater: a Christmas eve memory...

Pater: a Christmas eve memory...  My dad overlooking Garrapata State Park in April 2006...
A Christmas eve memory...

This is a very brief one, as I can really only remember one little thing.  I know it was Christmas eve, and that I was quite young.  In my memory, my brother Scott and sister Holly were just barely toddlers, and I'm only a couple of years older than them.  Let's guess that I was 5 or 6 years old.  My dad was sitting on our living room sofa, I was sitting next to him; Scott and Holly were on the floor below us.  My dad was asking me, in a teasing way, what I wanted for Christmas. 

I don't remember what I told him I wanted, but I do remember asking him what he wanted Santa to bring for him.  His answer: “I already got my Christmas presents!”, and he gave me a big hug, then gathered up Scott and Holly and gave them a big hug, too.  Then he started tickling us (something he loved to do, to make us giggle).  My mom was watching all of us, a huge happy smile on her face, through the serving window that connected our living room to the kitchen (where, no doubt, she was busy cooking)...

That's one of those warm, sugary, happy, safe, secure moments that I wish I could just bottle up somehow, to have available for a swig when I need it...

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