Ghosts of Christmas past

Scrooge’s ghosts terrified him; I love mine. First, Bridget, my mother, and Aunt Emma, a child waking very early on Christmas morning finding gifts from Daddy na Nollaig (Santa). The excitement of tearing wrapping paper, joy uncovered. Breakfast, then Mass, home to the aroma of something wonderful in the oven. People coming and going, cousins […]