It is Christmas. Afghans decorate couches and recliners for warmth as fireplaces push back the cold. Children are excited about the jolly ole elf who magically delivers the best toys underneath the Christmas tree.
As a child, I remember watching my Mom put together a silver Christmas tree, each limb fitted into place and decorated with red balls. As a final touch, a red, green, yellow, and blue light rotated beneath the tree, reflecting the colors of the season. Butterflies would churn in my stomach as I awaited the magical morning when the gifts would appear. I am amazed at how quickly my childhood passed by.