I wore a scratchy red and black plaid dress, uncomfortable white nylon tights and stiff black patent Mary Janes, but my discomfort was no match for my jittery anticipation. I was six years old, and my family was headed to my father’s company Christmas party. There was probably music, food, desserts and games, but what I remember most is the brilliantly ornamented tree and the gifts sitting under its branches. Late in the evening, way too late by my account, the adults called us to the … [Read more...]
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