That special excitement of a young child at the prospect of their first recognizable Christmas morning recounted in the approximation of memory many decades on. The darkness and stillness of night holding a vigil by the light of the Christmas tree thinking of all those Christmases that have come in-between. Some of them joyful. Too many indifferently observed! Those evening thoughts of the morning to come yielding an expectation of the bounty to come of this holiday. That anonymous effort in the dead of night when the top shelves of closets were emptied by one’s parents to bestow this playful seasonal myth in evidence below the tree. All for the sake of their children! A celebration of family present and possible family to come! All this comes to mind in the stillness of every Christmas past. When one has to wonder how many more such celebrations are left for one to enjoy? The presents one wishes for no longer material or expensive but simple. Séance’s with those now sorely missed but never forgotten in the recollection of one’s heart. The foot of the tree bearing a few time honored artifacts that have stood the test of dust and time. Humble reminders of those phantoms and their devotion to this yearly cause of once more providing unrepentant joy to the grown children they so much loved.