In the days and weeks before Christmas, when I’m alone and at home, often sitting in front of the Christmas tree, I remember more vividly each person who, once a part of my life, is gone now. And small moments with each one of them seem to be replayed, over and over, in my mind.
Dad liked to have fun. He loved to laugh, and he loved to hear us laugh.
Every year, in the few days right before Christmas, Dad would head out to the Capitol Court Shopping Center – in those days, an outdoor shopping center, not the Malls of later years. He had thought ahead to what he would buy Mom for Christmas, and he headed straight for the place to shop.
By December, the evenings are already dark, and undoubtedly, were cold, in Wisconsin. And the houses – cozy. I can hear now my Dad’s footsteps coming up the back stairs, bringing the cold of the evening with him, and as he turned to the second floor landing, I hear his voice: “don’t be so nosy!” His arrival and his greeting meant that he carried under his arm that important package, the package that held his gift to Mom for Christmas. I can see his eyes, also, sparkling, as he came into the kitchen, saying again: “don’t be so nosy!”
Jeff likes to repeat those words now, every year. A few days ago, I sat in his large and interesting studio in the yard behind our house, and I noticed two holiday-wrapped boxes on the shelf next to the deer’s head. I looked at Jeff. Jeff looked at me: “don’t be so nosy!” he said. And we laughed, remembering.
I can just hear your dad saying that!
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