As I look back on time, traveling down memory lane, I still think of my grandpa every Christmas. I was staying with my grandparents prior to Christmas, and remember my grandmother prodding everyday through the snow to get the mail. This went on for several days and each time she would bring the mail to my bedridden grandfather — with the same disappointing message.

“It didn’t come today either,” she would bellow out as she passed by the bedroom. He was expecting a special package, but never said what it was. Finally it arrived, and he was so excited. He called for me to come and help him open it. I’ll never forget the look of happiness going to that of disappointment.

He had ordered a pair of boots for himself, but they were way too small. “Kenny, come here let’s see if these boots will t you.” Little did I know that he had ordered them for me. Ironically they fit just perfect — my most memorable Christmas gift ever.

He passed away that following year. And today I honor his memory with the following poem.



The gift I remember best

A pair of Cowboy Boots

Better than all the rest

As they depict my roots


Best ‘cause they came from Grandpa

Being just a little feller

It was more than just hutzpa

It was about standing a little taller


Disguised as a mistake

Special ordered from above

How could one not take

Such a gift of love


He put up the good fight

* “He finished the race

He did what was right”

Always setting the pace


I learned the superfluous

**“Let us run with endurance

The race that is set before us”

That was his undaunted stance


More than just Grandpa’s pride

I knew that I was special

Far more than just a ride

More about building morale


A rooted family connection

Booted between Grandpa and Grandson

A gift of God’s creation

The race was won!


*2nd Timothy 4:7

**Hebrews 12:1

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