tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031699733059462001.post5547198846716149379..comments2023-08-29T07:49:46.573-04:00Comments on coffee with Drew: Remembering Christmas MorningDrew Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06214662218338358441noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3031699733059462001.post-72215944075523666942007-12-24T09:33:00.000-05:002007-12-24T09:33:00.000-05:00Just spent the last several minutes going through ...Just spent the last several minutes going through your thoughts and stories. Ever thought of writing a book? You put the spin on things in just the right way to make a person think.<BR/><BR/>Christmas morning was never really about the presents (well, maybe a bit). I remember it as a morning full of love, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and rolls baking, and receiving the most beautiful pink sweater I think I could have ever imagined. Trying to pretend I hadn't peeked, though Mom knew better seeing as how she hid them in the same spot each year. My parents raving over whatever small but thoughtful gift their children had come up with. And the tree that we had gone into the field to retrieve a few weeks before and decorated with all of our homemade items from school and church. Mostly remembering the love. <BR/><BR/>Love to you and your family this Christmas and thanks for helping us remember to put our Lord in the center of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com