Every year for Christmas I used to get a pair of socks from our wonderful neighbors. We knew how poor they were and how they struggled to eke a living out of a 40 cow dairy. The father had been a Marine in the Pacific during WWII; he was always happy and smiling. I was happy just knowing a tough old bird like Morris liked me enough to give me anything.
Oh indeed.
Those are some of the most precious gifts. And think about it a Marine in the Pacific (or anywhere really) would have loved a new pair is socks.
A very special gift