Father's Day

Today is Daddy's first Father's Day in heaven. I have been thinking about what I could write on this special day....

I decided to write about one of my favorite memories of him.... Daddy dressing up like Santa Claus. He did it for many years and we really believed it was the real Santa. Mom would wake us up after midnight on Christmas Eve to tell us Santa was coming. Outside the door we'd hear a big "ho, ho, ho!" and Mom would open the door and there he would be with his bag of gifts. (we didn't have a fireplace) We'd sit on his knee and just be in awe of him. I remember the year I realized Santa was really Daddy. I felt a little disapointed then, but, as I matured, it just made me love him more knowing he went to all that trouble for us to have a magical Christmas and make us feel so special.

Thank you, Daddy. Happy Father's Day.... I miss you so much.