Christmas Eve
Growing up in Pennsylvania,
it was tradition
for my extended family on
my mother’s side
to meet at my grandfather’s
and exchange gifts on
Christmas Eve.
Of course, Pappap received
the most presents
because it was also his
birthday.
He would tell us that when
his brothers and sisters
got up that Christmas
morning long ago in Alabama,
Mom showed them their new
baby brother saying,
“Look what Santa brought.”
One of the brothers looked
with disgust and said,
“Is that all?” Pappap
would always laugh at that.
Aunt Marg would bake a big
beautiful cake.
The kids would play with their
toys in the kitchen
and the adults would gab
in the living room.
Since cousin Scotty’s
parents,
Uncle Bob and Aunt Wilma,
were killed in a car crash,
he would call from Ohio
and be passed around to
say hi to everyone.
Then when we grew up and
moved away,
we’d call and be passed
around like cousin Scotty
until more moved away or
passed away
and the tradition faded
away.
I still miss it.
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