A good friend of mine who is a wonderful creative writer suggested that this Christmas we might give a gift of writing up our favorite Christmas growing up and giving it as a gift. It made me think of my favorite Christmas immediately. I was about 9 years old and we were living in Pennsgrove NJ. For Christmas I wanted a watch so badly that I cried because I didn't think I would get one. I opened package after gift and so far no watch. Finally in the toe of my Christmas stocking was the Parker Watch that I coveted. I was one happy little girl. I kept that watch for years because to me it was a symbol of the love of my mom and dad.
This was also the same Christmas that my brother was having doubts about the existence of Santa Clause when all of a sudden he saw Santa walk around the side of the house. Boy did he run up the stairs to bed. We were very happy kids and lucky to be together.
