I too was always blessed at Christmas time, my parents went above and beyond to make sure everyone got what they wanted. My fav memorie, was the year mom made mashed turnips to go with the mash potatoes. Dad loaded up his plate with what he thought was potatoes, the look on his face and the expletives that came out of his mouth, when he realized it was turnips (he hated them) made us all howl with laughter. Mom knew it was turnips and watched while he loaded spoon after spoon after spoon with a quiet secret smile on her face, then burst out laughing as the first cuss word came out....which sent the five of us into gales of laughter. Omgosh I'm laughing now just thinking about it as I type this.....
Even after he finished cussing, the look of love on Daddy's face as he looked at my mother...I just knew I wanted to marry a man that loved me as much as Daddy loved my mother.
Daddy has been gone six years now, he sits and argues poitics with Auntie Joyce (his older sister) and Granmy...I can just imagine....how I miss him.