Christmas sure won’t be the same this year Dad. How I miss not getting ready to go home. Was talking to mom, told her if she’s good she will get her Pot of Gold, she laughed. I too can here all those ornaments singing, how the kids would come in and clap to get them going. Mom in the background saying where are we going, TV up so loud, we would laugh. How sometimes we would say no-where’s before she said anything. We would laugh so hard. I remember once when Ryan asked Dad if he had any flour, and Dad said who’s got no power? The look on Ryan’s face, how he laughed so hard. Ryan said “only in this family”. We had good times, things which will stay with us forever, thanks Dad. Merry Christmas, I know you will be looking down on us at Christmas and always, miss you and think about you always, Donna.