Grandkids missed out on Christmas at
The farm.
My girls and I always sang, "Over the river and
Through the woods" as we traveled to
Grandma's house wishing we were in a
Sleigh rather than a car.
To seat everyone, we pieced several
Tables together stretching all the way into the
Front room of the spacious house.
And the food?
Nothing could beat Grandma Kalb's cooking.
If I close my eyes I can still smell it,
Taste it.
The adults visited while the cousins caroused, and
As we drove back home we were sated with
Food and memories.
But I've come to realize my grandchildren won't
Feel slighted after all.
As my wise blind friend told me, "We can't miss what
We never had."
My grandkids are making their own memories as
They travel to my small dwelling at the edge of
The city, unlike the big farmhouse, but filled with
The same love.
I imagine that one day they'll wish their kids
Could have experienced Christmas at
Grandma's condo.
I hope so.