Mo is blogging...I think

I’m sitting here drinking my coffee and I can hear Santa Claus in the distance getting nearer and nearer.  Today is the annual “Santa on the Firetruck Day” in town.  Oh, I can remember how Bill and Dan would wait for the small parade to get to our street, and as they got closer the sirens would get louder and louder.  Their excitement was contagious and I stood in the window with them waiting and waiting……until there he was!  On top of the firetruck with a few elves that were handing out candy canes to those who were lucky to get outside fast enough.  So, now I sit here on the couch by myself waiting for Santa to get to our street.  But my excitement and anticipation is not about seeing Santa on top of the firetruck.  Nope!  Those little boys are not standing near the street waiting for their candy canes…

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  1. What a beautiful memory that no one can take from you and that you can enjoy every Christmas! I know that it’s the small things like this that make it worth all the challenges we have to feel good.
    I’ll share mine:
    My older son was 3 this Christmas 36yrs. ago. My husband had bought his first pick up truck. We were doing Christmas decorating, when we got to Jingle Bells. That year my little one sang it this way:
    Jingle Bells
    Jingle Bells
    Jingle all the way.
    Oh, what fun it is to ride
    In the blue pick up truck!

    Thanks for your memory, Mo.
    Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a New Year filled with more lovely memories.

    Vicky

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