I  can't do it. I just cannot pour out all of the angst that was my life on this page. I want to remember the good stuff tonight, so here is the first Christmas I remember...

Once upon a time, there was a family that gathered together for the holidays. The mother had passed away, but all of the children and their children would gather at the oldest daughter's house with their father and celebrate the joy of their family.

The middle child drove over one year from the neighboring state with his wife and three children for Christmas.  The oldest of his children was old enough to remember, the middle child was just forming memories, the youngest was still a baby. This is the first Christmas that the middle child remembers.

The snippet that she remembers is magical. She had gotten a present. It was a plastic covered wagon with horses and cowboys. She was thrilled to pieces. Cowboys and Indians and horses were already her most favorite things in the world. She remembers sitting next to Daddy as he was laying on the floor putting this magical toy together for her. The room was full of happy people, conversations were being conversed, other children had gotten presents they loved, but she was in an island of eager joy watching her Daddy do something special for her.

 

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