Yes, there really is a Santa Claus ...

Yes, there really is a Santa Claus.

I felt him residing in my heart this Christmas. As you know, my daddy has been very ill, and deep in my heart I fear that this may be my last Christmas with him. It proved to be a better day than I could have possible hoped for. Daddy came home from the Nursing Home for the afternoon. He didn't go to his home, he came to mine. It took a lot to get him here, but there were no obstacles that were so large we couldn't solve them.

I don't know who was more excited to have him home, my momma who didn't sleep at all the night before because he was coming home, me who stood in the kitchen with tears streaming down my face as he was pushed up the walkway, or my grandson who was literally screaming, "HE'S HERE! BIG GRAMPA IS HERE!!"

My boys were all here for Christmas. Ben and Larry who were at my house more than at there own when the kids were all growing up, surprised me this Christmas. Ben home from Iraq and Larry out of the service and living in Chicago decided to pay this momma a sweet visit.

My daughter and her husband bought the itty bitty ones, who were the best behaved babies I could have imagined. They ate and opened thier gifts and simply delighted everyone with their antics.

After brunch and gift opening we sat with coffee and soft drinks relishing each other with vivid stories. We talked of the upcoming birth of Miss Daisy Ray - She's coming on December 29... Brody crawled up into his Big Grampa's lap and slept, Big Grampa relaxed in the recliner and did the same for a bit.

Daddy went back to the nursing home about 5:00. My momma and me cleaned up the house and did the dishes while we waited for the men to return from taking him back to the home. I had asked Santa Claus for a good day. I got the best day I could have hoped for.

The ice held off till everyone was safely back in their own homes.

I hope that all your Christmas dreams came true as well!