Remembering my mother at Christmas time.

Oh mother, I remember your sorrel and fruit cake at Christmas time.  I remember the hard work of creaming the sugar and the butter without an electric mixer.  My shoulder would always end up hurting me but I did it just for you. Maybe that is the reason I hate baking to this day.  However, I would give anything to have those days come back again. 

I remember, the laughter after you gave some silly joke and  always a constant reminder of the old time Christmas, how it was filled with joy, sharing and giving.

As the years passed by, thank God you settled for Jesus and He became your main focus at Christmas time and even if there was no cake, or sorrel our togetherness at Christmas service at our church would be most uplifting.

Today you are resting in the arms of sweet deliverance and one day I will see you again.  Rest in peace my mother. I will always love you.