Lovely stories, everyone. My own memories from my childhood Christmases include peeking out of the tiny closet window in my mother's room on Christmas Eve, and the thrill of seeing Santa and his sleigh flying through the sky, guided by the bright red light of Rudolph's nose. And for every kind thing I did in the days prior to Christmas, I was able to place another piece of straw in the manger bed. I loved that.....And the smell of the fresh cut Christmas tree goes hand in hand with the sound of the BIG old Lionel train set as the engine started up and pulled the other cars around the track encircling the tree. Unfortunately, the old train was "lifted" from its storage space this year......As sad as that is for all of us, I'm trying hard to imagine the expressions of delight on the faces of the children who will receive it this year, and hoping they'll experience the magic we did. And from more recent Christmases, I have a fond memory of the year my own children discovered that poor ol' Santa had ripped his suit on his way up our chimney. Left a torn piece right there in the flue....Merry, merry, to you all.....