I love decorating for Christmas. In recent years Meghan has commented that our house always looked like Christmas threw up. I took that as a compliment.
In the weeks leading up to Christmas 2001, I decorated the house in very much the same way I had in the past which left memories of Bruce sprinkled throughout.
One evening as I placed the handmade wooden reindeer with charred antlers on the fireplace hearth, a memory from years ago popped into my mind.
Bruce had been tending the fire as I’d walked into the room. I had noticed right away that the reindeer on the hearth was missing its antlers.
“Where are his antlers?” I’d asked. “One of my students gave me that. Her dad made it.”
Bruce had gotten a strange look on his face. “Oops!”
He’d promptly put on his fireproof gloves, reached into the flames, and retrieved the antlers. Blowing out the embers, he’d said, “No problem. They’ll be fine.”
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