Memories of Christmas
As Christmas season approaches precious memories flood into my mind of friends and family that I no longer have the privilege to spend time with. Every Christmas morning my grandparents from my father's side would wake early. They would change from their night clothing and sit in the dark in anticipation of a phone call. Sitting in the dark was a frugal attempt to save money. Surely the sun would rise and daylight would not cost them a penny. The phone call they would receive was as sure as the sunrise. Our father's voice would welcome them to drive across town and join us for our Christmas celebration. My brother, two years older, and I would find the extra-early morning inviting, unlike most days of the week when rising from our warm beds proved more challenging. I'm sure Christmas morning holds fond memories for those who found little treasures awaiting them in bulgi...