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Show 58 The gifts are bulging from under the tree as Hy and I fold the enormous stocking. We have no idea who has done this for us though there are many suspects. As the children make their way back to their bedrooms to attempt sleep, Hy and I regard the tree. "We have been so blessed," he is saying. I am nodding in agreement. We have a home, small, but comfortable, and it is at least moderately heated. We have food basic to our needs and perhaps the fact that it is not rich in expensive sugary desserts or massive quantities of meat is a benefit. We are all wearing hand-me-downs, it is true, but our friends have good taste in clothing - our immediate appearance does not reveal our meager income. Hy has a job, of course, and though it doesnot bring in much money - it cannot, if I am to keep Medicaid - we survive somehow, day by day. We have wonderful children and I understand, by experiences such as this, that they they will someday comprehend the meaning of generosity in ways much deeper than most. I am still alive. And I am home in time for Christmas. And apparently, I am thinking, looking at the happy tree, it is apparent that Santa Claus is also alive and well. |