It was a lean Christmas. Uncle Bob

had gone to serve in World War II.

Dad's business was slow. Brad and I

were past believing in Santa Claus,

but still hopeful. Mom wrapped up gifts

as usual, but packages we sent that year

were all the same - bought at discount -

like the candy left when Dad's friend

had to close his candy store.

Dad had a worried look about him.

Mom was cheerful and busy as always

doling out those gifts: a box of candy

for each family; ties for grandfathers

and red scarves for grandmothers;

the same for aunts and uncles.The tree

was smaller than before. Not all its lights

were working, but still we had enough

to eat. …