Some Christmases left a bookmark on my memory. A song in our 1996 church cantata nudged the recent breast cancer diagnosis aside. Overcome with emotion, I couldn’t sing the words, “He Was Seeking for Me; …though I knew Him not, yet He loved me and was seeking for me.”
 
In 1985 we videotaped our first Christmas and every Christmas morning through 1995. That’s when we noticed Chris smelled every present he opened. That was also the Christmas Laura lined all her Cabbage Patch dolls across the couch and passed out homemade presents. When she left the room to get another present, Chris hung one of her precious kids on the ceiling fan. She had an anxiety attack.
 
On the last video we see Gale’s brother Danny (RIP), the clown of the family, accidentally turning over the tree.
 
In the early 1980s Penny started a Christmas Eve tradition of an elegant table spread with treats and a punch bowl.
 
The greatest present I ever received was Jesus Christ.