Christmas with Dad
Three minutes seems like an infinite time when you're a child but the older you get the more you realize how quickly time flies. It used to take forever for Christmas to come. Christmas always brought home my dad. Nothing could ever top that gift. The tinsel. The lights. The glitter hanging from the tree and everywhere else. Somewhere along the line it seems to have all lost its shine. Everything seems to have lost its shine as I've gotten older. Nothing seems to glitter like I remember the tree glittering on Christmas morning. I can still remember the smell of tobacco on my dad's flannel shirt. A smell that forever makes me think of comfort and stability. I love to wrap myself in a flannel shirt on a cold day. It's like a hug from my father.