Homemade, with Love
DAD TAPPED A spoon against his coffee cup and announced, “This year our Christmas gifts to one another should be homemade.”
Every chair around the table scraped back against the wooden floor. We were that stunned. Even Mom looked shocked. “What?” she said.
My siblings and I each had had our turn with the Sears Christmas catalog. Almost every page was dog-eared. We knew what we wanted—and it wasn’t homemade gifts.
“What about our wish lists?” my sister Barb asked.
“I can’t make anything!” my brother Tim said.
“But it’s Christmas!” my brother Jimmy said. Soon we were all talking at once. Arms waved as we objected to Dad’s crazy idea. Margie almost knocked over her
