Tell us a true story, something that actually happened to you, that made a memory that stuck with you through the years and taught you something about the spirit of Christmas.
I've got a bunch of them. For me Christmas is an intensely memorable and meaningful time, so every little thing stays in my mind for years. It seems like most of my old memories are Christmas memories.
When I was three, my older brother begged Santa for a bicycle. Although a bike was an expensive gift for us at that time, my parents scraped together the money. They wanted the bike to appear magically on Christmas morning, but the big brown cardboard box containing the unassembled bike was too big to hide in our little house, so my dad put it right next to the tree.
When we kids asked what was in that box, dad said he had trapped Santa in the box to make sure he wouldn't skip over our house. He said he would release him on Christmas Eve.
Us kids were aghast. Yes, we were pretty sure my dad was teasing. His story made no sense, and we knew dad was too kind ever to do such a thing. But somehow we just weren't sure.
We kids put our heads together to figure out how to help poor Santa. Our big worry was Santa might starve before Christmas, so we poked a little hole in the box and through it we fed Santa dry spaghetti.
Santa survived, and my brother got his bicycle.
Happy. Sad. Silly. Funny. What's your own true Christmas Story?