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 trodding everyday through the snow to get the mail. This went on for several days, and each time she would bring the mail to my bed-ridden grandfather — with the same disappointing message.
“It didn’t come today either”, she would beller 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 fit you.” Little did I know that he had ordered them for me. Ironically they fit just perfect — my most memorable Christmas gift.
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


“PONY TALES by” Ponty is written by Ken E. Knight, the author of the “Knightro Report”, a nationally syndicated livestock-marketing column, which is featured in the “Farm And Livestock Directory” every month.

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