I remember those Christmas mornings, growing up.
Friends and family would stop by, presents opened.
Dad never read the instructions, but still assembled a bike.
We’d play a board game, making up our own rules.
Mom always burned the turkey, but we ate it anyway.
Uncle Bob told jokes, Aunt Maureen blushed.
And the new puppy would pee on the floor.
We started early, the phone lines were always busy.
Calls wouldn’t go through.
We’d try all day, until finally the call would connect.
It was magical.
Anxiously, we’d await our turn to talk with Gramma and Grampa.
We’d say our greetings, our miss yous, and our love yous.
The long distance call was expensive, Dad didn’t complain, much.
We’d stay on the line just a moment longer, to once again say,
“I love you”… and “Merry Christmas”.
Lon Casler Bixby is a professional photographer and published author in various genres: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, Photography, & Comic Books.
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