This is the time of year when I miss my grandparents the most. By the way, they are the best grandparents in the world, and I tell them that every time I talk to them. Every Christmas my grandpa turns their house into a winter wonderland. Trains, towns, Christmas trees, animals riding unicycles on a string overhead, singing Christmas frogs, little ski people skiing down slopes, you get the idea. Every corner of the living room is filled with fun things to watch and listen too. I miss the smell of Christmas dinner and cookies. Some of my favorite memories with them are, watching classic disney with grandma in the squeeky chair while eating a grilled CHOCOLATE sandwich. I also loved just walking around with grandpa in the backyard, admiring all of his plants and course my favorite part was seeing his coy pond. He had tiny baby fish and great big ones that swam in a beautiful pond with a waterfall flowing.
As I got older, I just loved talking with them and soaking in all of the great stories they had to share. They were always there, every play, every holiday, every school event. Their faces bring me such joy and comfort. I love them to bits and pieces and just wish I could squeeze them this Christmas. Maybe next year.
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