DAWN REMEMBERS........................

going to look at Christmas lights while I checked to see if Santa had come to visit.

That brings me to the story of a "black eye for Christmas" While I was "checking" to see if Santa had indeed come, I was naturally kind of busy "checking". After all how long could daddy keep the kids interested in christmas lights when they were eager to see if Santa had been there. So hustling and bustling was the order of the
evening and while making one of the many trips from the closet to the Christmas tree
I spotted a piece of Kleenex lying on the floor. As I bent down to pick it up a powerful sneeze crept up on me and as I sneezed my eye connected with the book case
and by morning I had a beautiful shiner. Of course, I embellished the story, after
all nobody was going to believe the truth anyhow. C'mon now, sneezing was the real cause. I really believe Dad had the easiest job, but then he would never have remembered where everything was anyway.

I remember one Christmas Eve, Dad and left for work and dawn, beth, and mike were
down for the night (I thought) They were probably 4,3, and 2 years of age. Anyhow
we had gotten the girls "life size dolls" that year. The dolls were about the size
of a 3 year old. I had done some straightening up and walking thru the house I spotted the girls by the Christmas tree. I said "I thought I had you guys in bed"
No comment, only then did I realize it was the dolls I was talking to. I was sure glad no one had seen or heard me.

I mentioned in my last blog that we always kept our tree up a long time. Proof
positive---my tree is still up today. Now I don't want to hear "Graaaandma" or
"MooooooooM" I talked to my cousin Ruth in Wisconsin yesterday and she said I guess
I should really take my tree down..............I guess I just come by it naturally.
We always tried to keep it up until my sister's birthday (2/11) If it didn't dry
dry out too much that it. One year we even kept it up until Easter, but I am sure
Easter must have been early that year. One of the first years Dad & I had our own
tree in Milwaukee, I remember it had really dried out. We opened the window, we lived on the 2nd floor and the window was on the side yard, so no one was really
around and after making sure the coast was clear, we shoved it out the window. So
far, so good, until we looked. Yeah, the tree was out in the yard, but all the
needles were on the living room floor.

I still love Christmas and I still hate it when all the decorations and songs are
stored away for another year. I miss the warm and fuzzy feeling of the holidays.

I am still helping out at the church, but I look forward to them hiring a new secretary and letting me get back to being a very active couch potato
Until next blog-----luv'nhugs