After dinner all of the women would be in the kitchen cleaning up, while I played with my cousins. My grandmom would gather us all together at some point after they cleared the table and cleaned the dishes to tell us she thought she heard Santa's bells. We would all jump on their black leather couch ( some of the young ones would hide) and wait to see Santa walking down the stone covered street ringing his bells. The butterflies of excitement we all felt was something I still remember.
We never thought about why Santa was walking down the street at 9pm on Christmas Eve just to see us. We were just to caught up in the magical moment. I was probably much too old before I realized that the person walking down the street, dressed as Santa, in the freezing cold, and sometimes snow, was always my Grandpop. None of us kids ever realized granpop was gone during this time, and when we asked, someone would tell us he was taking out the trash.
That was one of the many selfless things my grandfather would do for all of us, and I was glad that I was able to tell him how special that was to all of us growing up. My grandfather always made everything so special for us, and I was sure to tell him how much I appreciated all of the things he did for me and taught me before he passed. I always miss my Pop on Christmas more than any other time of year!
This Christmas, I hope that everyone takes the time out to tell those you are close to how much you love and appreciate them.
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