Christmas Past

Finally, just a few days before Christmas, the Spirit of Christmas finally hit. A few days earlier, I'd decided the kitchen might look a bit neater if I cleaned off all the stuff hanging on the refrigerator. One of the things I removed was a tiny picture of Jennifer, from the Christmas when she was 3. As I was working on finding my desk, a continuous project, I ran across it. It brought back a flood of memories of Christmases past, of days when it was just Jennifer and me, finding our way through life, one day at a time. I had to scrap it.