If only I had taken pictures of the boxes on Christmas morning.
They carried the latest toys, from the simple to the must-haves. More importantly, they carried the lessons that we so often forget.
I should have learned that when my oldest daughter, for the first Christmas she really knew anything about, wanted a Snoopy house and a Snoopy baby carriage. Those things challenged Santa’s limited mechanical skills, but she liked them.
And she loved the boxes that presents came in.