One Christmas in particular stands out as a funny memory. My dad and grandad spent many nights in the back room of our house behind closed doors. Almost as soon as they both came home from work they raced to get to that room. I knew at this age that “Santa” must be working on us a playhouse or a gigantic doll house of some sort. The two men in my life were working long hours preparing for Christmas morning for 3 little girls. The big reveal of what Santa diligently worked on for my little sisters and I finally arrived. And what to my wondering eyes would appear an electric train mounted on plywood, with Dad and Grandad grinning from ear to ear!
