I can’t wait.
Laughter and love will fill our little apartment.
Dad will be placing the angel on top of our tree. The whole family will cheer and hope he doesn’t fall off the kitchen chair once again.
Our friend, Clyde Reid, will be messing with the rabbit ears on top of our television, trying to get the picture just right for Lawrence Welk’s Christmas Hour.
Kelly and Eddie will shake a few of their presents under the tree, as if they hadn’t opened them last week up in the attic.
Connie will be going around, giving hugs to any takers. I love getting hugs from my big sister.
After we all hold hands while saying grace around the pulled-out table, Mom will let everyone know how lush the turkey and dressing are before anyone takes a bite.
When all the presents have been opened, Dad will pull one final gift from behind the curtain for Mom. It will be a dazzling pair of earrings once again. They will hug and kiss.
Lawrence Welk is on. The Lennon Sisters are singing, and I sing along:
“I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.”
Get up, Don