Christmas Eyes
Christmas Eyes by louis gander My mama was a loving spouse who did her very best to keep my father happy and she never did protest - to what my father said and did to add to her abuse - and all the things I saw him do. There wasn't an excuse. My father was a spiteful man who argued quite a lot and it had hurt my mama so that she became distraught... I pulled weeds from her garden and I chopped a lot of wood that heated up our cooking stove. I helped her all I could. As we prepared for Christmas Day and all that was in store, enjoyed, I did, those special times with mama even more. Yes, more than any other month could ever even boast, December was that special time that we enjoyed the most. One cold December morning came when father went to find, a full and perfect Norway Spruce. (I tagged along behind). The woods were vast. There must have been a million evergreen which held a billion snowflakes out in sparkling winter scene. Reflective sunlight shimmered bri...