‘Twas the Night Before Christmas…
‘Twas the night before Christmas at our house. I had just turned 10.
Laying in my bed wondering what would be under the tree in the morning there were feelings of excitement mixed with disappointment.
I had asked for a blue minibike and my Dad had already told me that it would be a big stretch for Santa that year. I fell asleep wondering about the possibility of Dad being wrong yet prepared for whatever happened.
I was awakened at midnight by the smell of gasoline in the house. Do I dare go look or do I just lay there in anticipation? I didn’t look and I didn’t sleep either.
That morning, I ran straight to the den to find my minibike by the tree! I will never forget the feelings of anticipation and excitement.
I will also never forget finding out later what a sacrifice my Dad had made to make that happen for me.
I will always have a special place in my heart for all of the many ways he showed me through the years the joy that comes from putting someone else first above yourself.
