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Dear Reader,
Tuesday's column was about my favorite Christmas gift when I was a kid and hundreds of readers wrote and told me about their favorite gift, too.
From my Email Bag:
"Hi Suzanne, my favorite holiday gift was my shortest-lived gift. When I was about 9 I received a copy of 'Black Beauty'. I was so thrilled. I loved horses and Black Beauty was gorgeous. I had to leave my present under the tree when we went to church. When we came back, we found our dog in the midst of shredded wrapping paper...and shredded 'Black Beauty'. I was heartbroken! I got another copy shortly after, but I didn't talk to my dog for weeks."--Lisa E.
"My best Christmas present was a llama. No, I didn't actually get a llama. My family gave a llama to a family in a developing nation through Heifer International. To go with the gift, I got a llama marionette that reminds me of how valuable charities like Heifer are. It's a tradition now for my family to give to a charity in my name rather than buy a gift. And you know what? I don't even miss the presents."--Jan W.
"Believe it or not, my favorite holiday gift was a roll of field fencing from my father with a promise to put it up! We raised cattle, and they kept coming to the house at 5 or 6 AM and rubbing on the wall right outside my window. So my father gave me that fencing and put it up the next week. I will never get a better gift!"--Linda
"One of my favorite childhood gifts was an action figure of Steve Austin, the Six Million Dollar Man. I had the biggest crush on Lee Majors and never missed that TV show!"--Stacey D.
"Hi Suzanne, when I was seven Santa brought me an Easy Bake Oven. It was a wonderful Christmas not just because of the Easy Bake Oven, but it snowed as well. What more could a kid want? Well, it wasn't good enough for me. I was sick with a bad cold and feeling sorry for myself. Poor little grumpy me! My father took pity on me and had my mother bundle me up, scarf, hat, mittens, snow boots. He wrapped a blanket around me and carried me out to the sled. It was a clear night with a million stars. My Dad towed me up and down the streets of our neighborhood for what seemed like an hour. He jogged right down the middle of the snow covered street. When we finally arrived back at the house, I wanted to do something for him. Mom made hot chocolate and I made a cake with my new Easy Bake Oven. Dad ate the whole thing in two bites and said it was the best cake he'd ever eaten. My father's been dead for ten years now and I still miss him. This is one of those special memories that I'll always treasure. Thanks for reminding me! Have a beautiful Christmas
Suzanne."--Christi
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays,
Suzanne Beecher
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