The Christmas Present
Dear Friends, This is still one of my favorite (true) Christmas stories about me. It encourages me speak from my heart instead of trying to guard it from being hurt, broken or punished. I hope you enjoy it!
This story is from a book I wrote in the 1990s. It’s my most vivid childhood memory of Christmas.
I couldn’t forget the look on my mother’s face when I opened my Christmas present from my grandfather. I was about 12 years old. My mother’s father lived in California; we now lived in Georgia. Gifts and letters had replaced lively visits to his apartment.
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