At age 55, I can still remember Christmas presents my mom and dad — known collectively as SANTA according to the gift tags — got me as far back as age five. And probably earlier.
I don’t know why I have such a vivid memory of these items. Maybe it’s because of the powerful impact they had on me as a child. Maybe it’s because of the love with which they were given. And maybe it’s because they were just that cool.
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