Christmas Coat

One Christmas when I was young Daddy gave me a coat. To be honest I was not as excited as him on that Christmas Morning. Later I realized how special my coat was.

My parents in October had gone on a Big trip to the Holy Land. They had a layover in New York City. They went to Macys and Daddy saw my coat and bought it there.

He was color blind. Daddy loved the color red and thought my coat was red. My London Fog coat was fuchsia with black velvet trim Peter Pan collar, black velvet pockets, and black velvet covered double buttons. I’m sure Mama let him believe it was red because she could hear his happiness. He was so proud my Christmas coat came from New York City.

My parents grew up very poor and later I found out Daddy sometimes did not have a coat growing up. Once my Christmas coat got too small, many of my nieces wore it.

I so wish I could hug daddy’s neck and say a Heartfelt Thank you. He gave me something special, endearing, and warm. I can only imagine the cold winters he went through being one of the oldest of nine children.

These pictures are my last Christmas with Daddy. Doesn’t he look Dapper in his red sweater vest that my precious Mama bought him one Christmas.

For now I cherish the memory of my New York City “Red” coat. Thank You Daddy.