My dad made me cry a little.
Earlier I asked him to open his gifts, and instead he sat down and turned out the lights. The Christmas Tree was on, and all the lights were twinkling and it was so beautiful. He said he just wanted to sit down and look at the tree and remember all the Christmas Day’s we spent together.
“I remember you were 2 years old, 16 years ago, in front off this very same tree.”
I sat next to him, eyes watering, and we talked about things like the time I tried to shake a box and it scared me with noise.
I haven’t felt much Christmas Spirit this year. but sitting there talking to my Dad gave me 18 years worth of spirit in only a moment.
