Nobody does Christmas like you do, Momsie,
you must be from the North Pole, home of Santa
and his reindeer, when the calendar turns to July,
you’re off with your imaginings, of ribbons and
wreaths and glitter and small things, from your
hands fly red, yellow, green ribbons, like caterpillars
into cocoons into butterflies, things of beauty they
will be, if you even just gave them your look, and
the girls will be delighted when they come home
from everywhere, from traffic on land or on air,
they will surely come home to Christmas like no
other, from the time they could say Mommy they
knew Christmas the way you made it, and we thank
you for your spirit, family all the way, Christmas
all the way, no other way but joy and tons of food,
and happiness like no other, Christmases in the
Villanueva home, from Mommy to us, it’s alive in us,
Christmas by Christmas Mom.

Merry Christmas, Momsie!

Dad