Who remembers every gift that they received for Christmas when they were growing up? Certainly not I.
Why am I thinking about Christmas gifts?
Because there was one Christmas when I was eleven and had, just that schoolyear, been introduced to the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. It was the beginning of a life-long
obsession love. Thirty-nine years later, and I can still remember how I felt when I opened one of my gifts and this is what I saw…