Sweet Memories

I want to remember forever that today, at 4 a.m., Snacks and I held hands as we walked across the empty parking lot--our coats over our pajamas; Snacks' fleece pant legs stuffed into his boots--and into the grocery store. We were on a Croup Ride and we decided ice cream was just the thing to make him feel better.

He chose Party Mint, and on the way out we saw a table where he could write a letter to Santa:

Dear Santa,

I will be at home and at Grampy's.

Love,

Snacks

P.S. I want an electric Polar Express Christmas train.

And then we walked out, holding hands across the still-empty lot, to drive home and eat our ice cream for breakfast.