Once again, the highlight of Christmas was the Maust gathering. This year something was different about the day. The air was heavier and tears slipped out easier.
This is likely Grandpa's last Christmas.
In his honor, we had a cowboy Christmas. We donned our plaid and pearl snaps. Aunt Ronda's home was decorated with belt buckles, cowboy boots, and all things western. We ate ham and beans and cornbread out of cast iron skillets. We unwrapped a gingerbread barn kit, a pair of work gloves, and the Angry Birds: Western Round-up game. We played euchre. We lingered longer than usual.
No one said it out loud, but it was on everyone's heart. We treasure this time. And no one wants it to end.
Sounds like a wonderful Christmas! I can't wait to hear more about it!
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