A Christmas for the Memory

Of my first 18 Christmases in this world, I only remember 3 gifts I ever received.  There were several years my parents gave me presents galore – lots of little toys or knick knacks in which I ripped open each one hoping the next one would be better than the last.  But the only gifts I remember were the years that there was only one gift “under the tree.”

Granted they were large gifts, but those years – the years of the 10-speed, the waterbed, and the gifts of cash my parents handed me with the realization they couldn’t figure out what a teenage boy wants anymore – were memorable.  Now I did buy several items with the cash gifts, but I don’t remember what they were, I only remember those 3 gifts.  For whatever reason we’ve tricked ourselves into believing that the more there is to open, the better.

This year I want to give gifts that would not be “one of the many”, but will be “one for the memory”?

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1. The Joy of a Christmas mistake
2. A trip to memory lane, part 1
3. Hope in Christmas lights