Friday, December 17, 2010

Christmas Memories

Good Morning, Company Girls, Critty Joy Girls, and Caffeinated Randomness Girls!  Critty and Michelle have festive themes this week -- Christmas Creations and Memories. I'm taking the all-in-one approach here.
So, last week, if you read my blog, you will know that I my objective every Christmas is to make my husband cry...happy tears, of course.  Some years, I am successful and some, well, not so much.

My favorite Christmas memory, again, stems from a time when we had pretty much no disposable income.  We had a 19-month old, a one-month old, an $1100 mortgage, and a paycheck that stretched, um, not very far.  Craig made about $31,000 a year and I wasn't working, so you can do the math on that.

I had no money to buy Craig anything, so I had to use what I had -- an empty, chipped picture frame, an old photograph, and words.  Here is what went in the frame:

My Daddy’s Hands

My Daddy’s hands dry my eyes and wipe my tears.
They hold me close and draw me near.
They will check for monsters ‘neath my bed,
And pull my covers up to my head.
They clap for me when I do right,
He folds them up for prayers at night.

My Daddy’s hands are very strong,
I know they’ll always help me along,
For that first step or first heartbreak,
My Daddy’s hands will make me safe.
They will catch me when I fall,
And love me, love me through it all.

Gentle, gentle, these hands, they are,
Changing my diaper, pointing out a star.
Guiding my bike, fixing my toys,
My Daddy’s hands bring so much joy.
Checking homework, meeting boyfriends,
                                                  My Daddy’s hands are a Godsend. 

I have to say, there was nary a dry eye in the house.  The best part of that Christmas was that my sweet Grannie shared it with us -- it was the last Christmas we would spend together.


  1. Oh Jen this is so beautiful. I see why there was not a dry eye in the house...and to know your Grannie shared that. Precious.

    I just adore your heart.


  2. That is a wonderful Christmas memory. Did you write the poem? Would you mind if I copy it as a gift to my hubby?

  3. I love that Jen. Thanks for sharing it with us. I can see why there was not a dry eye in the house. I can imagine your Grannie saying these words to you.

  4. Oh, that is so sweet!
    (Visiting form Critty Joy)
    Merry Christmas! ~Alyssa Rose

  5. Oh, what a heartfelt gift! I would definitely have been in tears. I remember as a child my Mom helping my brothers and me make our Christmas gifts to give. I'm thinking my children are missing something by not sharing that memory. But, hopefully they have enough others to make up for it.

    Always enjoy stopping by Jen! Hugs!

  6. THANK YOU for sharing!!!! I may be sharing this poem with my dad or my husband someday.

  7. Oh my goodness, how special. It really puts things into perspective for me...we live on tight income as well (maybe not as tight as that) but still tight! That's a cute tradition & a sweet gift :)

  8. How special! Thanks for sharing!!!

  9. what a precious memory!! Thank you so much for stopping by my blog today! :)

  10. That is priceless! What a wonderful memory.
    Love visiting with you. Of course I use more tissue when I visit you...:)
    Have a blessed weekend!

  11. What a sweet, sweet poem. Those are the best kinds of gifts. Always.

  12. So, so, beautiful and precious in every way. These are the gifts that are given from one heart to another. Love it!

  13. Very sweet! I love writing poems as gifts for people....well, people I know that will treasure them anyway. =p

  14. What a beautiful gift, the best kind are those from the heart! I'm late for coffee but wanted to visit, thanks for stopping by. Hope your enjoying some quiet Christmas moments
    Blessings on your day!


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