Christmas for Four Sisters (143)

My Mom would tell me about Christmas when she was a child. Her eyes would sparkle as she spoke of her Grandpa’s house. It had 2  living rooms and he would empty one of them out and put the tree right in the middle. She also remembered that her parents would send her and her three sisters upstairs while they prepared to light the tree on Christmas Eve. When he would call them, they would have to come down the stairs in age order and they would find their gifts. She would tell me, “…and oh so many dolls!”