{"id":17098,"date":"2021-12-15T00:30:15","date_gmt":"2021-12-15T00:30:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=17098"},"modified":"2021-12-14T19:10:52","modified_gmt":"2021-12-14T19:10:52","slug":"christmas-eve-with-grandma","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2021\/12\/15\/christmas-eve-with-grandma\/","title":{"rendered":"CHRISTMAS EVE  WITH GRANDMA"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_15717\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-15717\" style=\"width: 168px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-15717\" src=\"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-168x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"168\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-168x300.jpg 168w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-150x267.jpg 150w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-300x535.jpg 300w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1-236x420.jpg 236w, https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/photo-pink-shirt-1.jpg 335w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 168px) 100vw, 168px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-15717\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Bryce Angell &#8211; The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I\u2019m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p class=\"p1\">Each Christmas Eve our grandma\u2019s home was filled with family. We all knew what<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">the next day was and waited anxiously.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">The house smelled like a juniper, her Christmas tree of choice. She would always<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">hug and kiss us. How I loved to hear her voice.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">Grandma hung her Christmas stockings high up on a wire. She said, \u201cThe mantle is too warm. They might just catch on fire.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">We opened presents, feasted, and then sang a Christmas song. The special night was here that we had waited all year long. <span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">Grandma told us Santa Claus would soon be on his way. Rudolph and the other reindeer pulled the toy-filled sleigh.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">Then Grandma said, \u201cDo you know why we have a Christmas day? It\u2019s the birthday of our Savior, who was born so far away.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">She talked about the little child and of his humble birth. Then told us how the angels sang of love and peace on earth.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">I loved to hear my grandma tell the story every year. I know why there\u2019s a Christmas. She made it very clear.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">Those Christmas Eves were years ago. I\u2019ve grandkids of my own. But I\u2019ll cherish all those memories, no matter how old I\u2019ve grown.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">Each year we buy our children Christmas gifts, but of what worth? Maybe we should ask their grandma, \u201cTeach them of His birth.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\">From our family we send wishes for a Christmas of good cheer. Let\u2019s resolve to make the next twelve months the very best New Year.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p3\" style=\"text-align: right;\"><span class=\"s1\"><b><i><span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>\u2013 Bryce Angell<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Each Christmas Eve our grandma\u2019s home was filled with family. We all knew what the next day was and waited anxiously. The house smelled like a juniper, her Christmas tree of choice. She would always hug and kiss us. How I loved to hear her voice. Grandma hung her Christmas stockings high up on a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[160,2],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-17098","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-cowboy-poetry","7":"category-commentary"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17098","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17098"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17098\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17099,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17098\/revisions\/17099"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17098"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17098"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17098"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}