Christmas morning with the kin
All the kinfolk are gatherin’ around the icicle-strewn Douglas fir tree shaking and rattlin’ trying to guess what is in the presents they are soon to open. I remember waking to the smell of bacon frying Christmas morning. As I rushed into the living room, the tree would sparkle with what seemed like a thousand stars. I just knew that I caught a glimpse of Santa as the jolly old elf was moving about the house the night before.
