Christmas At Grandpa’s
The boys love spending time at Grandpa’s farm in the summer: they splash in the river, climb trees and barely even glance at a screen. But we’ve never been in the winter. The farmhouse is huge but won’t contain the boys’ pre-Christmas energy.
Grandpa cut a tree and dressed it with candles. It looks amazing and probably won’t burn the place down or ignite anyone’s polyester pajamas. I’m told they did it when Dave was young, so it’s like when the kids play in the river in summer, I just have to believe.
I suppose that’s the point of Christmas.
elmowrites 
The world is sustained on hope
Indeed. Although I think the narrator would like a hint of caution to be added to the mix!
Thoughts of summer help you float through. I wouldn’t cut trees though.
Only for a Christmas tree, otherwise I think Grandpa leaves them standing.
😂😂
A beautiful wrap-up at the end. Perfect.
Thanks! I didn’t know how to end it, but this seemed apt.
Nostalgia is meant for winter holidays. Good story.
Thanks, Ms J, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
You’re very welcome.
I like those family memories, they make every moment a time of happiness.
Aw, what a lovely response. Memories are so important, aren’t they?
Beautifully told, and the understatement at the end, a masterpiece.
Wow, thank you!
Dear Jen,
I do love the homey feel to this. Merry Christmas.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle. Christmas is such a balancing act as a parent… like so many things. I hope we get most of it right and find that space between safe and magical!
Great ending 🙂
Thanks!
A heartfelt ending there. Lovely.
I enjoyed reading this, Jen. Of course, many thoughts ran though my mind. Merry Christmas and Happy Festivus. 🙂
I suppose it would be hard for any mother to not worry about harm that could happen to their kids. This is a lovely feel-good family memories being made story.