"One year, when I was a child, mom and dad gave me a set of expensive luggage for Christmas. I must have been about nine," my father told me as he handed me my handful of medications a moment ago. "I bawled my eyes out saying Santa wouldn't bring that!"
"That's terrible for a child to bear," I replied. "Why would they get you luggage?"
"They were trying to be practical," he said. "The next week we were to leave on a cruise to Puerto Rico."
I looked at my watch to see what time I took my meds. I know they take effect in about one hour. I was on a countdown.
"Momma redeemed herself, though," dad replied. "She went out the next day and bought me a Howdy Doody puppet and a chemistry set. The chemistry set turned out to be my all time favorite Christmas gift. I was thrilled. All the stores were closed and she had to beg a store owner by phone to open up long enough for her to shop."
I smiled. My grandmother was one of the most kindhearted women I have ever known. It must have killed her to see my father cry on Christmas day. She redeemed herself and it was a Merry Christmas after all even if it was a day late.