When it comes up toward Christmas, especially at these times, my thoughts go back when I was young, we were in the middle of a depression and my dad was out of work and there were five kids in my family, yet some how there was always a Christmas and always a present or maybe two under the stockings we hung on a clothsline in the livingroom where there always was a Christmas tree. I do remember once it was Christmas Eve before we could scrape up enough money to buy a tree. It is funny but I never thought of us as being poor.