The way I remember it...A Story by Tegon MausWhen he came in... no one spoke, no one moved. Grandpa always sat in the same chair... no other when he came to the house.
The way I remember it.... I remember every Christmas was the same... dozens of people at my parents house standing around talking... just talking. My mom always had a mountain of food on the table... glazed ham, roast beef, turkey... all the cookies, pies, cakes you could ever hope to eat and no one touched a thing... not a single potato chip. No music, no alcohol, no one even sat down... just talked. By When he came in... no one spoke, no one moved. Grandpa always sat in the same chair... no other when he came to the house. At the moment he sat down my mother would hand him a beer. Every year was the same... he took it... took a sip and said ‘Merry Christmas’ raising the bottle. At that moment the room exploded into music, laughter and cheerful voices, food and drink... all at the same instant. Now it was Christmas... Grandpa said so. © 2015 Tegon MausReviews
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5 Reviews Added on December 20, 2015 Last Updated on December 20, 2015 AuthorTegon MausCAAboutDearheart, my wife of fifty one years and I live in Cherry Valley, a little town of 8,200 in Southern California. In that time, I've built a successful remodeling /contracting business. But tha.. more..Writing
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