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The scrapbook lay open to the memory Rose had chosen to take with her on her journey: a faded picture of a little girl in pigtails and flannel jammies, dancing in front of a magic, silver tree. Beside the photograph, in a child's scribble, in pencil that was barely readable, were written these words:
Thank you, Santa. For the bestest Kristmas ever.
Grammy could not possibly have been able to read those words last night. But no matter. The words were engraved in her soul and seared indelibly into her memory from a thousand readings prior.
And beneath Dolly's words, in the bold ink of an adult hand, was this:
Thank you, Santa. For the bestest daughter a grandmother could ever have.
- The End -
-- mynameisben
Christmas, 2010
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 10 years agoA very good, heartwarming, tear jerker. I do hope that both Dahlia and Dave have good lives.
Anonymousover 12 years agoThat was lovely. I'll admit to crying while reading this. Very sweet and magical. You're a wonderful writer!
driphoneyover 12 years agoVery nice, Ben. And a great read to cool of with in the summer. :)
