It was Christmas eve of 1932, and my grandfather, 8 years old at the time, had discovered his Christmas gift: a single dime. My grandfather tells how, in his excitement, he snuck out of bed, lit a candle, and tip-toed to the Christmas tree, just to look at his dime. But as he leaned over – foosh! The candle brushed against the tree, and the tree went up in flames.
That’s always where my grandfather ends his account.
My grandfather tells this story every year, but I never tire of it. It brings our family together and makes us laugh. But more than anything, it reminds us of our blessings, of how much we have to be thankful for.
I look forward to hearing this story again in a few weeks, and I look forward to the many blessings of the season and of the coming new year.
Merry Christmas, and God bless!
Christian Howard, Managing Editor