Katie’s Christmas Teapot
Christmas - more ho-hum than ho-ho! Katie thought. Last year Gramma and I had such fun!
Cookie baking, present wrapping, story telling! Gramma rivaled Santa in those departments!
But now? No Gramma to decorate ginger bread monsters with her! Katie chuckled remembering how the gingerbread overtook the oven. Gingerbread boys and girls the size of Abominable Snowmen marched onto the baking racks. Gramma and Katie decided to keep this special tradition every year.
Now, no Gramma to wrap presents that gave tinsy hints at what lay inside. One Chrstimas Gramma wrapped a beautiful pearl in conch shell. Katie smiled at the memory as she stroked the pearl that dangled on a gold chain around her neck. It was special.
Now? No Gramma to share the history of family ornaments that would grace the blue spruce tree in Katie’s family room.
Today Katie waited impatiently as the family trimmed the tree. She wanted the SPECIAL ornaments, not those plastic ornaments from the discount store!
I want the glass ornaments in the Shiny Brite boxes. They’re from Gramma’s tree! Katie almost screamed.
Now, no Gramma. Gramma had died nearly two years ago.
Christmas was not the same. How Katie wished for the gift of her Gramma!
“Katie? Look at this.” Dad passed her an old gray box. He had ALMOST packed it away.
Katie examined it closely. A hand painted glass teapot peaked through the window-box opening. There on the box, written in a feathery manuscript, Katie read the words aloud, “Teapot. SPECIAL. My favorite one!”
Gramma had given Katie one last gift…a Christmas teapot she would always treasure!