I worked with a wonderful woman during the early years of my marriage and parenting. One year she told me that it was a Thanksgiving tradition in their family to have a Christmas ornament for each person who shared their holiday meal. I immediately stole the idea and have presented ornaments to family and guests when we have been lucky enough to dine at home.
So this year the eldest received boy’s best friend, the middle, a turtle to commemorate his new pet and the youngest, a cupcake, because he is one and would live on sugar given the chance. Mr. Blandings received a grill. To say he was overjoyed would be an exaggeration. He has never bought into the ornament obsession and feels sure we have enough. And the other boxer? A gift from my mother-in-law who would never call me “what’s-her-name.” The feeling is entirely mutual.