I rock back and forth as the story intenses by the fireplace. I have been tested but mostly by children. I have been the big tradition of the birth of christ on christmas. We have laughed and we have cried. I get some much pleasure from enjoying the company of others. But it has been lonely since grandpa died. There is no more traditions by the fireplace no more happy fulled thoughts of laughter. I have been put to the side and now i spend my days looking at the children playing outside. Snow comes and it goes. The seasons change i wait longing for affection and love but sadly fail at receiving it. I wait longing for the time that i will meet grandpa again so that he could show me the love and affection.