counting on yesterday
I'm not sure there's anyone that knows me much better than Santa Claus. It's almost like he's inside my head… kinda like we're one in the same.
The jolly guy left several gifts of Christmas pasts this year under our Christmas tree: a 1950's Magnavox phonograph with AM radio, a 1944 Arvin dinette set, and a 1940's Hunter Zephair hassock floor fan. Some of these are restoration projects. Others are already in use.
The older I get, the more yesterdays mean to me. I can always count on them being everything I expect them to be... with no surprises.