Each year during the holidays, I pick a favorite Christmas column from the past 25 years that I particularly liked and thought you’d like to read again. Or read for the first time. Or maybe the second time, but you do not remember the first time. Any of these work for me.
This story begins several years ago when the UPS truck pulled up to the curb at our house. We saw the driver struggle with a huge carton the size of a big-screen TV. He maneuvered it to the front porch and left it leaning against the door. I went outside to look at it.
“Who’s it for?” my wife Mary Ellen asked…