I hope no permanent trauma is caused. I don't know what you're talking about,' my wife responded. My fondest holiday memory is from Christmas 1972. As the six-month deployment approached its end, I was so anxious to get home to see my daughter, I took an 'early bird' leave in early December and flew home from Italy. I had the best Christmas ever.
Nothing is more important than family.
On Christmas Eve, I was grilling my father about Santa when the doorbell rang and he told me to answer it. Well, guess who stood there - 'Big Claus' himself. As I recall, I must have been in junior high school before doubting again the reality of Jolly Old St. Nick. As we entered the living room, nothing was there. We went straight to mom and dad and told them Santa didn't come.