In Dickens' famous A Christmas Carol , Ebenezer Scrooge is visited by three ghosts on Christmas Eve. With the loss of my Dad this past June 1st, I suppose it is only natural that the Ghost of Christmas Past has been lingering at my home these past couple of weeks. Growing up, my parents didn't buy us much throughout the year. Of course we got school clothes and basic necessities, but my folks just didn't have the extra cash to buy toys or other superfluous items. My Dad was always fiscally frugal, however, that seemed to go out the window at Christmastime. I don't remember Christmases without my Dad. The first one I can recollect is the Christmas of 1972 - the year before he and my mom married. We spent it at my Gram and Grandpa's house in Sunbury where the Boyer clan introduced me to what my Christmases would now be like. Me, getting a first look at what Santa had left (1972) We gathered early in the morning in my grandparent's living room. O
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