Christmas memories of another sort

Dad and I wrote letters to one another on pretty much a weekly basis while he was serving his mission. I loved getting them - they were the high point of my week.

He sent me cards and little gifts too - one year at Christmas he sent me a book with some little pins inside a hole he'd carved out of the pages - theft in the mails was pretty prevalent then and things that appeared to be of value often didn't get through.

And one other year at Christmas, his former companion stopped by on his way to see his sister in Camarillo. I'm not sure why seeing Elder Terrill's former companion gave me such a lift, but it did. And Elder Robison had a little gift that Dad had sent along to me.

Of course that made my day!