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my sons face
It is xmas morning and I have
been awakened by a 13yr old
that says he is too old to hang
around his parents at the mall
anymore or go to the movies
with AND has to explain how
the phone works(the freakin
buttons are too small),but yet
one this one morning of the year
you come to my bedside and wake
me with that same look you had when
you were 5 "dad dad!!!" you exclaim
"he came he came he came" pulling and
tugging me out of bed, so I may come out
into the living room and see for myself how
much loot Santa has left for you. The look on
your face never gets too old for me to see, I
am grateful that we are all here happy and healthy
once again, as I remember my fathers words to me
"enjoy these moments, for they are fleeting" yes father
they are indeed.
been awakened by a 13yr old
that says he is too old to hang
around his parents at the mall
anymore or go to the movies
with AND has to explain how
the phone works(the freakin
buttons are too small),but yet
one this one morning of the year
you come to my bedside and wake
me with that same look you had when
you were 5 "dad dad!!!" you exclaim
"he came he came he came" pulling and
tugging me out of bed, so I may come out
into the living room and see for myself how
much loot Santa has left for you. The look on
your face never gets too old for me to see, I
am grateful that we are all here happy and healthy
once again, as I remember my fathers words to me
"enjoy these moments, for they are fleeting" yes father
they are indeed.
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