Snowflakes and a Rolls of Nickles

When I was growing up every Christams my grandma Holbrook would give us each a roll of Nickles and a handmade Doilie (I'm sure I spelled that wrong). The whole way home I would complain and whine. You know what, I want my Doilie. My grandma has been gone for 16 years, and I really miss those doilies. I'm sorry grandma for not being thankful, I really cherish them now. I miss walking into your home Christmas morning and you giving us all that hugh smile. You may not have always remembered our names but you were always happy to see us. Merry Christmas Grandma, I miss you.