The phone would ring randomly some December evening and Gramps would be on the line. "Go turn on Channel 3," he'd say. "Charlie Brown's Christmas is on." I can still see all of us kids screaming in delight and running to flip on the television set.
Gramps loved the classic Christmas shows. He wanted us to share in his enjoyment, and we did. We looked forward to those phone calls with anticipation. It wouldn't have felt like Christmas without them.
Gramps went home to be with Jesus nineteen years ago, but tonight as McKenzie called my mom to tell her The Grinch was on, I couldn't stop thinking about Gramps and how he would have been calling me.
I wish Gramps were the one calling, but I'm proud to be carrying on his Christmas tradition, and know that one day when I see him again in Paradise he'll be the first to call me when "Frosty the Snowman" comes on TV.
1 comment:
oh dear, sweet, family chronicler....
tears are welling up in these dede
eyes! i love munchie's phone call to tell me about "the grinch" being on tv--don't ever let her stop doing the gramps thing! it's just tooo precious! passing down these sweet, simple things makes life so poignant! we just watched "the muppets Christmas carol" in honor of gramps, too! i couldn't resist!
love to you all at Christmastime!
momma xxxo
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