Sunday, December 16, 2012
I asked my four-year old grandson, Fischer, to put on his boots. Daddy was arriving soon to take him to work with him. My little guy wasn't too happy about the boots he was wearing and said, "NeeNee these aren't work boots. I need boots that are dirty and torn like my Daddy's. That's all I want for Christmas."
Those words were spoken with such sincerity. He wanted to be just like his Daddy. It prompted me to write this poem which I'm gifting to my son-in-law Christmas Eve. My daughter took a picture of "Daddy's Boots" as a backdrop for the poem.