Remembering a Gift

I don't remember most of the gifts I was given at Christmas when I was growing up.  I recall sweater sets, a doll, books, and I still have a stuffed Rudolph that may be one of the first sold when the song came out. But one present I could count on to be the same every year was a box of chocolate covered cherries from Daddy. For many years after his death, I would buy a box for myself and remember.  This year, chocolate covered cherries have returned!  Skye came over last night to help make Christmas mice, my old favorite in new form.  Don't tell the cats.