what would it be?

For me, it is to enter this house one more time
and to shout, “Dad, it’s me! I am home!” And to hear his voice, “Hi tiger, come on in. I’m in the library.”

Also, Santa, while, I am wishing. Please make it so Obama is not in the White House… that he didn’t ‘win’, ‘rather steal the election’, and Romney won instead… so America could have a better chance to be back on the road to being America again…God, protect our freedoms…

Remember, when you were a child and you had a Santa list a mile long of all the toys, clothes, games and things that you sooo wanted to find under the tree on Christmas morning? Then they would magically be there. How simple life was, magical and fun. Mother reading the ‘Night before Christmas’ and putting cookies and milk out for Santa and carrots for his reindeer. Little things made you so happy, not that they seemed little then… like a doll, a bike, a record player, a Girl Scout watch…they were all that were important in your magical, little world…

This Christmas especially for me is full of the memories of Christmas’s gone by… My ‘personal Santa’, my Dad, is with the Lord this year and while I

miss him terribly, I take comfort in all the wonderful memories he created for me. My Dad loved to give and to make dreams come true and he was really good at it. He wanted me to be happy…
Thank you Daddy for all the Christmas memories, from a red tricycle, to a shiny green bike, to a Mustang car, to diamond earrings, a rare pearl ring, to a big check in my first designer evening purse…Dad was always providing wheels and moving me forward with beautiful gifts…All special filled with love that now create such wonderful memories… But the best gift my Dad gave me is his ‘will’ … his will of steel to overcome. And it’s interesting that since Dad has left the earth, I hear his words of guidance in my sleep, in my dreams, or in a quiet moment… a ‘knowing’ that he is watching over me from above…guiding and giving me strength… Perhaps, his greatest gift of all.

I love you Daddy… Merry Christmas!!!

Except, I feel alone this Christmas without you, Daddy…even as you are instilled in my heart forever,

Christmas time and each and everyday…

As Mother always said, “You are your Daddy’s girl.”

If you could have anything that you ask for, what would that be? Or what are some of your special Christmas memories?