One by one we unwrapped our gifts. I noticed I had one additional  gift.  An extra gift  seemed strange because in our home gifts were something extraordinary. A steelworker’s family  seldom had more than a couple of small gifts. Each one was a treasure to us.. We giggled and squirmed amid the wrappings we discarded the wrapping papers.  We tore into the gifts.  OH, Christmas morning is the most memorable time of a little child’s life!