As I put the finishing touches to our Christmas preparations today and realized just how simple this years Christmas will be I was reminded of one of my favorite Christmases from my childhood.
I was five years old, and only vaguely aware that Christmas was supposed to be something special. It had been a hard year for my parents and money was more than a little tight. Something that we didn't realize until years later.
When Christmas morning arrived we each had an orange in addition to our regular breakfast and then it was time for our gifts.
I got an eraser that was shaped like a shoe, and my brother John got silly putty.
Mom sat down and helped me draw pictures and we erased our mistakes. It was a wonderful day as we drew pictures and played with John's silly putty.
I treasured that eraser, saving it to use only on special occasions.
To me, it's proof that time is often the best gift we can give to others.