I took my my sons, age 1 and 2 to the bank one Christmas season. While I stood in line in the dull building, the only sign of life was my two rambunctious boys playing at the children’s play table. Suddenly my oldest boy shouted: “Mom! look what we found – presents!” pointing to a lighted Christmas tree beside him. My jaw dropped at the mess of shredded wrapping paper beside empty shoe boxes, and their two delighted faces, so proud of their work. The people in line were bent over laughing. My face turned the color of mulled wine, as I told the kids to clean up the paper and give it to the lady, and bowed my apologies around to the room. Every Christmas since, the memory of that story is rekindled and it always makes me smile.
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