The Garage

Grandson → Grandpa

Christmas · Acoustic

Merry Christmas, Grandpa — 89, can you believe it. Some of the best afternoons of my whole childhood were out in your garage, you fixing up that old truck with the radio playing the songs you drove to as a young man, me mostly handing you the wrong wrench. You never rushed me, never made me feel in the way. You taught me more out there than any classroom ever did. Thank you for every Saturday. I love you, Grandpa.

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Background

Zachary is 30, and he grew up on his grandpa Donald's stories — Saturday afternoons in the garage, fixing up an old truck with a transistor radio playing the songs Donald drove to as a young man. Those afternoons taught Zachary more than any class did. Donald's turning 89, and for Christmas, Zachary made a warm acoustic song to honor a lifetime of them.

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Merry Christmas, Grandpa — 89, can you believe it. Some of the best afternoons of my whole childhood were out in your garage, you fixing up that old truck with the radio playing the songs you drove to as a young man, me mostly handing you the wrong wrench. You never rushed me, never made me feel in the way. You taught me more out there than any classroom ever did. Thank you for every Saturday. I love you, Grandpa.

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