On Christmas Eve growing up, just before bedtime you would bundle Amy and I up into our coats, layered right on top of our pajamas. You took us outside, to the front yard, and you helped us look for Santa's sleigh in the sky.
As a family of animal lovers, we were most interested in finding Rudolph's nose and thus the herd of reindeer.
The nights were so cold and I remember them - uniformly, although this seems unlikely - as bright and clear, with a healthy smattering of stars always visible. We would search impatiently, taking turns on your shoulders, freezing all the while, and sometimes you managed to catch "a little movement right over there." Uh-huh.
Now, when I look up at the cold and clear night sky, I will think of you.
xx
M
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