CHUCK IN A BOX

I wish I could feel the way this makes me feel ALL YEAR LONG.  Maybe I should work on that.  Every time I hear this I get all weepy and hormonal or something.  It just really makes me wish I was a child again when things were SO much simpler – visiting grandma’s house, still believing and anxiously waiting for the man in red to make his annual visit.

I guess the sadness is bitter sweet really, at least I haven’t forgotten her and how much I love(d) her and still  miss her every Christmas.  I have so many fond memories of being at her house at the holidays.  I miss you Grandma!