In 1759 my first cousin 7xremoved Andrew Peters perished 2 days before Christmas in the cold of a Hebron, Tolland, Connecticut winter. In the very early 1900's my Grandfather Peters was given a piece of wood, some nails and the loan of his father’s hammer as a Christmas gift. He spent the day banging nails. Somewhere around 1930 my mother, Helen Marie Peters, scooted out of bed on Christmas morning with her sister. They ran downstairs and gathered up their three gifts each and raced back to bed. There was no heat in the house. In the early 50's I would open my door on Christmas morning to a long brown stocking hanging on my doorknob. It held a small ornament, an orange and some candy. Under the tree were the gifts Santa had left for me and I could have those before breakfast. Everything else had to wait until my Peters grandparents arrived from Aurora, Ontario. In the late '70's our daughter would race into our bedroom with her sock and pile into bed with us to open it. It was crammed full of little toys and treats. Santa’s gifts were under the tree and she could have those before breakfast. Everything else had to wait until my parents arrived from Sharon, Ontario. Now in the year 2010, our grandchildren will awake to a sock full of goodies and piles of presents from Santa. They can have those before breakfast. Everything else has to wait until we arrive from across town. From being glad you lived through the winter, to nothing very much for Christmas, to a family who scrimped and saved all year long so their children could have three gifts each on Christmas morning in a cold house, to an unbelievable abundance of merchandise all spread out for the benefit of children who have access to healthy food, medical care, warmth and love. I wonder who was/is most grateful for their Christmas.