What I’ll miss most this Christmas:
- Having you take my picture in front of the tree or the fireplace with the family – or hanging my stocking. An annual tradition!
- Helping you pick out the biggest, fattest REAL Christmas tree we could find.
- Putting my shoes outside of my bedroom door for Santa to fill – then waiting patiently in the middle of the night to hear the distinct sound of a present being placed in them. And yes, I knew it was you.
- Quietly placing my ear to the door to hear you downstairs trying to put together “Requires Assembly” items.
- Trying to wake you and mom up so we could go downstairs – then once downstairs hearing you say “Santa was here!”
- Having you come in my room to tell me that they spotted Santa on the radar. I totally bought it.
- The Atari, Intellivision and the amazing Casio keyboard. Still the best gifts ever.
- Also that car thing you gave us that you had to push. All the other kids had Big Wheels and Cheetahs. We had that car thing.
- Helping you hang the Christmas lights on the outside of the house. Somehow you got every string to work year after year.
- John Denver’s Rocky Mountain Christmas.
- Classical Christmas music softly played through your stereo on Christmas Eve. I still listen to it every year.
- Your practical gifts – extension cords, light bulbs, flashlights, batteries, CDs, DVDs – their usefulness outlasting any other present.
- Your quiet contentment in watching everyone else have fun on Christmas morning.
- Waiting for you to light the Kerosene heater so we wouldn’t freeze in the addition – and of course the smell!
- Your photographic and computer skills. Everyone had a CD full of pictures, a DVD video and color prints to take home less than 1 hour after opening gifts.
- Shopping for that one electronic gadget, gizmo, tool or flashlight that you didn’t already have. It didn’t exist.
- Also shopping for that one brain-teaser or puzzle that you couldn’t solve. Didn’t exist either.
- The call to Argentina on Christmas day. Even though I didn’t speak Spanish you would always make me talk to the relatives – and I’m glad I did.
- Mom always getting you clothes – in the wrong size.
- The velour shirts you loved.
- The secret missions you sent us on to retrieve that big surprise present from the car or van.
- Your complaints about how spoiled we were as kids after getting too many gifts. We were. Thank you for that.
- Your standard response to the question “Dad, what do you want for Christmas this year?” – Peace. I never understood why you said that. I do now.
- You giving us the ways and means to always have Christmas together as a family.
Most of all dad, the thing I’ll miss the most this Christmas is you. It just won’t be the same. Merry Christmas!