December 20, 2009
A Curious Gift
 by Daniel Schantz Christmas was a nail-biter at our house when I was growing up in the Happy Days. Around the first of December, my mother would hand us kids a Sears catalog. “Here, boys, I need some ideas of what you want for Christmas. Just mark your wishes with your initials.” We marked our favorites, and then the games began. It was an unspoken tradition that her job was to hide our presents and our job was to find them. At least that”s how we felt about it. It began when we went to town on Fridays. We
