Merry Christmas

My kids have all there toys and presents. Santa came through again. Family and friends call and visit. It's Christmas! I woke up this morning, and told my savior, happy birthday. I can not forget him this Christmas, for as we know he is the reason for the season.

Then this afternoon after hearing some Christmas music, my mind fades to those who are not here. Those who have gone on to there eternal peace. Of course, I must mention my Dad. He stands in the portals of glory, waiting for our reunion. Dad was always a kid at Christmas. He wasn't big on by presents, because he didn't know what we wanted. Most of the time he just give us money. My last Christmas with my Dad was special. I bought him a gun safe and gun cleaning kit. He had to tell everybody about what his boy got him. That was just a small token for all the things he gave me. He gave many material things, but those are not as important as qualities he instilled in me. So Merry Christmas DAD!

I also thing about my Aunt Cleta. Now that we live in Newport, I think about her often. She was always the first phone call I made on Christmas. I loved this special lady. I also loved her bannana pudding.

My buddy, Eugene Carter, he is gone too. He was my best friend. He left too young. My "adopted grandpa" Ken Perkins. I loved him too.

These are just a few of the precious people that our missed this Christmas, however not to far in the future, will I see them all again. When I meet the babe born in the manager, in person.

I get there as fast as I can..........

Steve