Topic: Frebch Meat Stuffing

Shape-shifting the holidays in changing lives

December 21, 2008 |

As a child, I would awake on Christmas morning, scurrying out of bed to see what treasures Santa had left under the tree. With a flurry of gift-wrapping shredded and ribbons uncurled, I opened boxes that contained clothes, puzzles, games, a slinky one year, a large raggedy doll another. Sleds, those flexible fliers with the metal runners, the crossbar and its rope “handle” that allowed the illusion of steering on the way to the bottom of a snow-covered hill.

Several years after my father left, one of my our family friends and his sons brought us a tree — a frothy thing with tiny pine cones and a strong scent of pine. It was a wonderful tree.

And in the first year I met my stepfather, we shared dinner; by morning the previous night’s storm had become a Christmas Day blizzard. I raced into the living room to see a hefty man with the stubble of a white beard, sleeping on our couch. I knew it couldn’t be Santa, but for a moment… «Read the rest of this article»

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