DEC 25th, 1991 – What a glorious Christmas this was, although Maris couldn't join me over at Dad's. She was convinced that the slumber mask did not cause the lines under her eyes and slumped at breakfast… I know it wasn't meant to be.
When Dad opened the door to his apartment, his eyes sparkled like I haven't seen them dance like that in years. Frasier had sent him the gift that keeps giving: a Boston Beer of the Month Club Membership, but nothing may ever compare to the Jack Russell Terrier puppy that I was holding this morning at his apartment door. He was so happy with him that he played with him the entire time of my visit. The puppy kept licking his face. I figured with Dad in more solitaire than what he was accustomed to, this would be good therapy for him. I don't think this is a Christmas Dad will soon forget.