Here Today - Gone Tomorrow

A jolly good time was had by all. 

The elderly man eased his weary body into his old, worn-out chair, as he had done many times over the years after a long day. 

His tired eyes glanced left and right through the room that a few days ago was filled with laughter and joy. 

The memories of his six grandchildren on Christmas morning were fresh, and how they hurried around the tree, eager for their name to be called and handed the present they hoped was the one they wished for the night before Christmas  

The old man thought back to the days of his youth and Christmas morning, and how quickly the years had passed. 

But now, the room was empty of sound and outside flurries of snow filled the air. Here today, gone tomorrow, the passing of time never sleeps nor pauses. 

He closed his eyes and prayed for all to have a safe return - then a smile appeared upon his face; the reason, . . .

he saw there was one Christmas cookie on a plate on the lamp table next to his chair with a note written by his granddaughter - Merry Christmas Grand Pa.

And May God Bless All

j/k