Jan M Searle
It was the tradition many years for the entire clan to gather and my mom's,Grammy Searle's house on Christmas eve for Mayhem and merriment.pie eating and present opening. One year when James was around 4, all the usual suspects were gathered,Charlie in his "chair" had a few beers and then snuck off for a bit, A short time later Santa Claus arrived! and the lap sitting and present request ensued. Finally it got to be Jame's turn, as you know there are numerous children in this tribe. He jumps into "Santa Claus's lap and exclaims" You smell like my Daddy!"We all burst out laughing but Charlie kept his cover. You will be greatly missed by your friends and family. My heart aches for you Shelia, you two stuck out through some hard times. Mike, Sarah and James, you had a good Dad, not everyone can say that, Sorry I can't be there with you all.
love to you
Jan
