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A Christmas Tradition Comes To An End

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/570/38229448/files/2014/12/img_1994-0.jpgFor as long as I can remember I’ve had my photo taken with Santa. Not for myself, but for my Father. It makes him happy and reminds him of when I was a child and believed in the magic of Christmas. Now that I’m approaching my 30th birthday (next March), I figured I’d get my photo taken with Santa one last time.
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What My Father Means To Me

Me and DadNearly 10 years ago, for my Father’s 50th birthday party, I wrote and read a poem to convey his importance to me. I recently came across this poem and decided to share it with you. However, being a better writer now than I was then, I made some revisions. Here you go:

What My Father Means To Me

What my Father means to me, I can’t find the words to say.

He does so many things, each and every day.

A kiss goodbye, a kiss hello, these are just a few ways he lets his love show.

When I was ill, as a little boy, Daddy would cheer me up with a brand-new toy.

Going to the hospital one night, with Christmas near, I asked my Father, “Will Santa still appear?”

Turning to me, with a loving smile, he said, “Don’t worry, Dad. We’ll be home in a little while”

You’ve allowed me to be myself, to fly high and free.

You saw that special someone, deep inside of me.

I’ve treasured the years we’ve had and anticipate the ones to come.

I will love you forever, and I’m proud to be your son.

Christmas Day

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The barren streets are filled with snow.

The aroma of pines, wines and homemade treats hang in the air.

Through frosted panes of glass, lights are gleaming and hearts are beaming.

One and all come together to spread love and good cheer.

Gifts are given, tales are told, while memories are created between young and old.

My Christmas Tradition

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Christmas is my Dad’s favorite time of the year, and it’s mine too. Like many parents, he loves to reminisce about the days when I was a little, chubby child sitting on Santa’s lap. Clearly, I’ve changed quite a bit since then; I’m taller, thinner and, of course, older. However, to keep the spirit alive, I still get my photo taken with Santa every year and give it to my Dad. It still brings a smile to his face and a tear to his eye. I may be older, but in his eyes, I’m still his “baby.”

Santa Photo

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