This is a photo of my big sister and me. I remember this day because the department store had an outside area with reindeer in pens. I could not believe that reindeer were actually real animals!
But this is not the favorite Christmas memory I wanted to share with you today.
My father mustered out of the army in September of 1945, when he returned from duty in Naples, Italy in WWII. He headed home to Pennsylvania to see his parents, and then headed south to marry his Florida girl. No time or funds for an engagement ring...just wedding bands. They were married on December 8. The next day they boarded the train headed to Washington, D.C to start their new life together.
Then came kids, a house, cars, tuitions...all the expenses of life.
Twenty years flew past, and one Christmas morning, when I was in high school, my father told my mother her present was on the Christmas tree.
She searched and searched, and finally found it...a beautiful diamond ring hanging from a red ribbon....her engagement ring.
It's fifty years old this Christmas. It's band has thinned from years of wear, and my wonderful parents
have passed on. But everyday they are with me...in my heart...and on my hand. I have only to glance at my hand, at the ring I now wear with my own engagement ring and wedding band. Everyday, I remember my favorite Christmas memory.
I hope you will share a special Christmas memory with me.
Enjoy the day...and this wonderful time of the year!