Why I don’t go out on Christmas Eve.
A number of years ago when my children were six and four years old, we had an invitation to a party, so we hired a babysitter and set out to enjoy ourselves.
With little ones, and hard times we couldn’t afford to get out often.
Arriving home at about midnight, we ended up having a good sleep and woke up at about 9 a.m. to find the children had opened all the Christmas presents.
We did not know who had sent what or to whom they belonged to.
I couldn’t really write everyone to say thanks because they might not have sent anything at all.
For the ones that asked why I hadn’t thanked them, I explained but to this day, I have not heard from others.
Fifty years later, I still think of this situation.
Emily Dann, Vernon