Merry Christmas

Thursday is Christmas Eve. Friday will be the 76^th Christmas I will have enjoyed.

When I was a mere kid back in the late 1930’s my younger brother, Phil, and I had come to look forward with great expectations to waking up Christmas morning and discovering the wondrous gifts Santa left under our tree. We believed that Santa Claus made his trip to each home worldwide in his sleigh pulled by eight reindeer. Back that far Rudolph and his red nose had not made an appearance yet.

The idea was to get to bed early on Christmas Eve and sleep in an effort to speed up the arrival of the next morning. However, expectations overcame the ability to sleep easily.

One of my first lessons of life came on Christmas Eve in 1939. Phil and I were in bed shortly after sundown diligently striving to fall asleep. As fate would have it, I heard some subdued talking and rustling of paper through our bedroom door.

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