Christmas Guest

The conversation between my dad and I took place in 2000 when I was only ten years old. I must be honest with you that I can't remember how it was brought up but we began talking about my dads uncle with giant ears. I told him, "I know... I met him"... He would give me the weirdest look and argue that I hadn't. I reminisced with him about his fathers Christmas parties and there was one in particular of when I was five that I remembered a really old man with the biggest ears you've ever seen that would try to meet me. He would get real low to my level and would put his hand out to try and shake mine and he was all shaky and I couldn't understand a thing that was coming out of his mouth. I remember being very frightened by him. My dad did recall me crying a lot that night needing to be held more than usual. He said I would run and hide behind everyone's leg but seem to be fine in just my great grandmothers arms. I said "yeah, because I was trying to get away from the big eared man!" But his disbelief was much stronger since the man I had been describing to my dad had died a whole eight years before I was born...

My dad was a skeptic for the most part when it comes to ghostly spirits. He swore that I had to have seen a picture of him or heard him talk about him but it would just frustrate me that he or people would just disregard my memory that night of the shaky, big eared man that mumbled, trying to meet me... But now my dad has already passed this year at early age of 52. So I can only hope that he proves himself wrong and pays me a visit one day. I am still waiting for that day to happen 10 months later...