During the Christmas holidays my younger brother decided to clean out the attic at the old home place. It was no surprise to find so much stuff I left behind when I first moved out in 1985.
Nevertheless, I brought my belongings home and began sorting them. Many ended up in the garbage. I couldn't believe it, though, when I came upon my Lite-Brite. It was still in the box, and written on it was "Christmas of 1970." (I always was one to take care of my toys.)
To my amazement when I plugged it in, it still worked, same bulb and all. Well, I was supposed to be doing paperwork that day but the little boy in me took over and before I knew it I was making a picture. As I sat there working on my art, many fond memories of Christmases long ago came to mind. I remembered the Rock-em Sock-em Robots and the Give-A-Show Projector.
I realized how thankful I am to God for great parents who made my childhood special. It dawned on me that my parents were really my best Christmas gift.
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