Everyone remembers being a kid and running down the stairs on Christmas morning to find a brilliantly lit Christmas tree with toys under it.
Sorry, I should have written “most everyone,” because back then, many of us didn’t have electricity or lots of presents under a tree—except for one Christmas.
We had gone to Midnight Mass, and on the way home, we dropped Grandma off at her house. Dad walked her carefully through the fresh snow and into her house, while we kids and Mom waited in the car, protected from the cold, Minnesota wind. Dad seemed to take a very long time returning to the car….