As a child, Christmas was a most magical of times. Before I was old enough to help decorate the tree, my parents would put up the tree Christmas Eve after we had gone to bed, and nothing in life since has ever quite matched the excitement of wakening up in the morning to a glowing tree piled high with presents. Never mind that many of the gifts were practical items like badly needed socks or underwear. Somewhere buried 'neath those practical presents was the one gift we really wanted, even if the Radio Flyer didn't come with snow.Do any of your remember Dad talking about wishing for a sled as a boy?
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