I have so many amazing memories, it’s hard to pick just one. I realized as I prepared to post this, just how blessed I am, thanks Kathy! 😊
I grew up very poor but my mom always managed to give us good Christmases. She was a silver smith and would make jewelry and sell it at Christmas bazaars and then use the money to fund our Holiday. She also used to pick a family, an acquaintance or neighbor who also was living in poverty and we would buy them gifts and sneak up to their porch and ring the bell and run leaving the “santa” gifts for them to find. She would tell us you are never too poor to give.