Christmas Morning Memories
Up at dawn, awakened by dogs shaking collars, the signal for wanting out, I got the message and obeyed.
While they were outside per their request, my lovely wife was still asleep, and I dutifully started the coffee.
Then, a model of efficiency, as coffee brewed, I fed the dogs on the deck and even ventured barefoot to the woodpile.
I started a fire in the wood-burning stove, which I especially like because it has glass doors in front for viewing the flames.
The front room was still half-dark, the light half illuminated by the fire, the orange dawn in east windows, and the tree.
There is something about a Christmas tree’s lights in combination with the burning logs for a cozy Christmas feeling.
I let the dogs back inside and poured a cup of coffee. The three of us went to the loveseat in front of the fire.
As I sipped my coffee, one Yellow Lab laid next to me on the loveseat while the other laid at my feet.
In this quiet time, my mind recalled memories of other Christmases, and the people who share particular memories of them.
The sleeping lady upstairs is of course one of those people and will share this Christmas with me too, for which I am glad.
Other people are far away today, in other places, including Heaven. My earthly father art there now, greatly missed here.