The older I get the more I miss my life on the farm as a child. Life was so much simpler then.
I remember hopping in my grandpa's old faded blue pick up truck and bouncing across the field to chop down a cedar tree to bring home to emblazon with brightly colored ornaments and shiny tinsel.
The anticipation, and excitement on Christmas Eve was almost too much for a small child to handle. As I lay in my bed - Santa would come around the house in his sleigh to spy on me, to see if I was asleep or not, I could hear the ring ting tingle of the bells on his reindeer as he flew past my window ...
I can still smell the turkey in the oven on Christmas day, and relatives gathered around the dining room table to gorge themselves on that good ole home cooking.
As we enter one of my most favorite times of year, I can't seem to get out of my mind al the good ole days......
I hope someday...my grandkids will look back at the holidays gone by...their memories with me.....and miss me too.....
