After two brain surgeries, Dad had said "no more." His tumor was back and the doctors didn't think he'd make it to Christmas. So, our family decided to celebrate a new holiday--"Thanksgivmas!" It was a glorious day of food, family, friends and fellowship. Mom and Dad's church had sent Christmas cards and there were plenty of Dad's favorite treat--peanut butter balls. We opened presents, ate turkey and talked about what we were thankful for. Dad sat in his wheelchair and took it all in with a smile. The sounds of one last family get-together rang throughout the house! However, just as evening was falling and Dad's strength was almost gone, the doorbell rang. It was a group of carollers! We wheeled Dad to the doorway as they serenaded our family. There wasn't a dry eye in the house, but we were happy. However, no one was singing along. That is, until Silent Night began and we heard an off-tune, monotone voice coming from the wheelchair at the front of the group. With that simple act, Dad reminded us of what the season is all about. He died two weeks later.