Two days before Christmas, in 1992, my father passed away. Our lives were forever changed. Christmas was forever changed. We pretended Christmas for the little ones that year, but we didn’t celebrate it.
They had been living in Florida and my mother was still living there the following Christmas and no one really felt like having Christmas.
Jim and I decided to take our kids and go to his family cabin in northern Michigan. It was quiet, we only took a few presents up for the kids (Jon was only four), we had a tiny tree and made our own decorations.
We decided it was about the best Christmas we had ever had.
|My kids next to our baby Christmas tree – 1993.
Yes, my son is clad in only his unders and his and his sister’s Christmas stockings!
My dad would never have wanted us to be sad at Christmas. I try to remember that every year.