Monday, December 25, 2006

One Gift

Christmases come and go and yet there are some gifts you never forget.

I recall an old, used, bicycle, with wide-tires and worn handle grips, standing next to the tree. It had been spray-painted red by my mother and hidden in our shed until Christmas morning. With five children in the family, a new bike was not in the budget.

I've never received a finer present.

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