Sunday, December 25, 2011
I was two and lived with my grandparents. My European grandfather made things so exciting. There was a huge family gathered on Christmas Eve of aunts, uncles and cousins. A massive table was set like a Roman feast with every imaginable dish. Grandpa roasted chestnuts even though it wasn't over an open fire. At midnight, the tree lights would go on and everything would come alive. Surrounded by presents, I was allowed to take one thing to bed with me. I fell asleep with my arm around a shiny, new, red trike. Yes, he let me take it into bed with me. To this day, I love to bike ride. (And he and I would always take walks. I think that's where my love of walking was born. He was my father figure, and a great man.)
Wishing all a beautiful Christmas.