One of my most memorable gifts as a child was when I was 6 and my daddy had just been released from the hospital after being there several weeks because of his first heart attack. Mom cleaned houses to pay the bills. That year the guys at daddy's work came to visit him and brought us gifts. I got a toy ironing board to 'iron' my doll's dresses....(a harbinger of my future love affair with fabric??) Our neighbor also gave me a sweater and my older brother, who got a part-time job to help with the bills, bought me a bracelet. I don't remember much from other Christmas's but that one I will never forget...64 years ago.