Christmas...what does that mean to you?
This time of year always brings back some special
memories for me. I would like to share a couple
of Christmas stories or traditions in my family.
Candy Bar and a Flashlight
A very special tradition started as a result
of a terrible accident. As a little girl of 3 years old
I stood in the bathroom watching my daddy shave.
I had on a little flannel gown and the warm air from the heater
swept it in closer to the fire from the gas heater.
As quick as a flash, my gown was on fire and my daddy
tore off my gown with his bare hands.
I was burned badly on my legs and stomach
and my daddy burned his hands.
Regardless, he rushed me to the hospital.
I was treated and bandages placed and
had to remain in bed for weeks.
Now, you must realize this seemed an eternity to a 3 year old.
To help make the time go by, my grandpa
brought me a flashlight to play with on the walls and ceiling.
He of course, brought me a hersey bar.
Many hours were passed playing with that flashlight.
It wasn't long before Christmas came
around and PawPaw thought it would be a neat
Christmas extra to give the grandkids a flashlight and candy bar.
The years have passed and even when Pawpaw
had great-grandchildren, he continued to give each of them
a flashlight and candy bar every Christmas.
We all grew to expect him to do that
and always brought a smile even to the adult grandchildren.
My grandfather is gone now from this earthly home but every Christmas, we are reminded of his love and goodness by giving our grandkids a flashlight and candy bar.
Isn't Christmas really about making memories and sharing love?
Money cannot buy either, it comes from the heart!
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Candy Bar and a Flashlight
A very special tradition started as a result
of a terrible accident. As a little girl of 3 years old
I stood in the bathroom watching my daddy shave.
I had on a little flannel gown and the warm air from the heater
swept it in closer to the fire from the gas heater.
As quick as a flash, my gown was on fire and my daddy
tore off my gown with his bare hands.
I was burned badly on my legs and stomach
and my daddy burned his hands.
Regardless, he rushed me to the hospital.
I was treated and bandages placed and
had to remain in bed for weeks.
Now, you must realize this seemed an eternity to a 3 year old.
To help make the time go by, my grandpa
brought me a flashlight to play with on the walls and ceiling.
He of course, brought me a hersey bar.
Many hours were passed playing with that flashlight.
It wasn't long before Christmas came
around and PawPaw thought it would be a neat
Christmas extra to give the grandkids a flashlight and candy bar.
The years have passed and even when Pawpaw
had great-grandchildren, he continued to give each of them
a flashlight and candy bar every Christmas.
We all grew to expect him to do that
and always brought a smile even to the adult grandchildren.
My grandfather is gone now from this earthly home but every Christmas, we are reminded of his love and goodness by giving our grandkids a flashlight and candy bar.
Isn't Christmas really about making memories and sharing love?
Money cannot buy either, it comes from the heart!
HOME
The years have passed and even when Pawpaw
had great-grandchildren, he continued to give each of them
a flashlight and candy bar every Christmas.
We all grew to expect him to do that
and always brought a smile even to the adult grandchildren.
My grandfather is gone now from this earthly home but every Christmas, we are reminded of his love and goodness by giving our grandkids a flashlight and candy bar.
Isn't Christmas really about making memories and sharing love?
Money cannot buy either, it comes from the heart!
