When my dad was alive every year I would ask him what he wanted for Christmas. Each year his response was the same. He wanted a White Christmas. Here, we rarely have a White Christmas, but since he has died we have had a White Christmas a few times. He has been gone for 11 years.
The first Christmas without him, we had a White Christmas, and it brought me to tears. For years, all he wanted was a White Christmas, and the year he died, there was one. With this White Christmas, I thought it was a sign from him telling me that I would be ok and that he was watching over me. For this was the first year that I on my Christmas Wish List, I asked for a White Christmas. I was 13, and every year since, I have asked for a White Christmas. It's a way to keep my memory of my dad alive. Also everytime I hear "Dreaming of a White Christmas" I cry for it reminds me of my dad, and his dream of a White Christmas.
This year it's not looking like we are going to have a White Christmas, but it's still on my wish list. Who knows we may have a freak snow storm, and have a White Christmas.
Peaceful and Happy Thoughts,
--Rue.
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