those were magical days ......... the one day we all looked forward to at Mamaw & Papaw Hill's
when it was known that the moment you entered through the back porch door, you were entering a land of a "magical Christmas"........ everything covered in glitter, tencil, ice cycles, brightly covered wrappings ........ walking in to the kitchen , where " big red hot dogs were boiling in a white enamel pan "..... hard. colorful candies & huge chocolate drops on the counter ......... if you listen close you will hear Christmas music playing on the radio............ into the dining room, where Mamaw's Christmas cards were carefully hung on a tiny little clothesline she draped criss cross throughout the room ........... heading in to the living room ....... i can still smell the sweet scent of Papaw's tobacco....... but my breath is taken away at the dancing of silver little glistening all over the living room, the cedar tree all decked out with as much sparkle as any tree can handle....... while Lawrence Welk is playing on the tv , that sits beside the old cardboard fireplace, with its fake little fire!!!
( i am on the far right, red shirt & banana curls )
............................ i am blessed indeed!
MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIENDS!