Christmas reminds me of my grandpa, everyone that knew him loved him. But he was a matter-of-fact kinda guy—if he wasn't interested in what I was doing he certainly didn't pretend to be. And because he was a farmer, I never found it out of the ordinary if he asked me how much rain we got last night, before he asked how kindergarten was going.
Grandma was different, she was interested in hearing about the boys in class. She would play pickup sticks and paper dolls with us and even built a dollhouse for us to play with when we came over. Best of all, we would watch I Love Lucy on the dial TV all afternoon eating as many malted milk balls as we wanted.
But this time of year reminds me of one particular weekend with my grandparents. Grandma had promised that Grandpa would take us to the mall to see Santa Claus! I had hurried to get my Christmas dress on and didn't even bother to brush my hair before pushing my sister Meredith to the kitchen to announce that we were ready to go. I wanted to get my Christmas order in!