Well, for us it's much more. These memories at Christmas time are so sweet, and often I don't think of them until now... it's 2 days before Christmas and as I walked downstairs and saw the tree... I went back in time to my childhood. My dad loved Christmas. He really loved anything fun! So, when it comes to Christmas he knew how to make everyone feel special. You see, the hat was the beginning of the fun. Once Dad put the hat on, then we knew it was time to open presents. He would chuckle with glee as he handed out all the presents; reading each name tag, and making jokes! We always threw the wrapping paper (sometimes at each other) after we were done opening our present. So, the hat has been passed down to my brother. And maybe for him, he wears it more proudly than some would... after all- it's not just any Santa hat!
Love you, Dad! You'll always be a special part of our Christmas!
What a wonderful elevation of the Santa hat to a place of heritage and memory and sweetness...thank you for that precious glimpse.
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