WELCOME December 24, 2001 Issue

Christmas comes again

Steve Graham

It Happened Recently outside the supermarket, on an uncharacteristically warm day for late November in Massachusetts. As I left the store with sacks of groceries, I noticed Christmas wreaths hung on a stand. And I couldn't resist doing something I do at least once every holiday season.

Balancing the food, I stuck my face into one of those wreaths and drew a deep breath. Once more, I drifted back on the characteristic whiff of balsam...

... there I am, a little boy with my dad, in a Christmas tree lot on a chilly December evening. Snow is on the ground, with little green needles all mashed into it. Dad absolutely loves Christmas, and he absolutely loves watching his kid love it. We're having the best time picking out our tree together, so we can haul it home and set it up in the living room and cover it with tinsel and lights (fat, bright glass lights—red, green, orange, blue, white). Christmas is a time of utter wonder, and it's more than just the presents. It's a time of love and joy and home. And the kind of security a young kid doesn't even question...

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