Thanks Mom

When I was a child, my Mom always made Christmas special.  She always surprised us with something.  It was always a magical kind of day.  She still loves Christmas.  My sister has her all excited that Santa is coming soon.  She wants to buy her some small gifts and put them under the tree for her for Christmas while my parents are at church on Christmas Eve.  I'm sure my Mom will love that. 

We never know when she'll have her last Christmas.  She could still be alive next year, but she may not realize the day.  Or who knows, as Alzheimer's is truly a cruel thing.  It kills your brain, so while it's robbing your memory, it's also killing you. 

When I hear talk of the magic of Christmas, it reminds of the things my Mom did for us with the little she had.  Somehow, we always got that one thing we really wanted.  Mom, you set the bar and I'm gonna try and reach it myself somehow this year.  One gift he really wants, yet to be figured which item that is and if I can swing it.  ;) 

Thanks Mom.