It wasn't the icicles melting on the sidewalk,
Or the string of lights that decorated the block.
It wasn't the smell of the fresh cut pine,
Or the gifts perfectly wrapped and decorated with twine.
It wasn't the mistletoe hanging in the doorway,
Or 'In Excelsis Gloria' that would ring in the entryway.
It wasn't the golden turkey or the lemon meringue pie.
It wasn't even the sweet, candied pecans we just had to try.
When I heard Grandmother say, "Dinner is to start,"
Brought a memory I will forever cherish within my heart.
One day a year, she would pretend to not see me
Running through the house as fast as could be.
The first one to the table, hoping I didn't get caught,
And claiming the seat next to Grandaddy, because that is the best spot.
You could see the excitement on my face,
When he would grab my hand and say, "Let us bow our heads and say Grace."
He would hold my hand tight as he thanked God above,
For the food we were about to eat and for His everlasting love.
But the moment I looked forward to the most was when,
He would gently squeeze my hand after saying Amen.
Love & Miss you Grandaddy
