There was a window halfway up the stairs, facing our driveway. On Christmas Eve I’d sit by that window, waiting for my father to get home so we could decorate the tree. One year we ran out of hooks. He took me with him down to Sharlock’s hardware store, and as we walked along the sidewalk it began to snow.
It felt so special, walking through the snow with him on Christmas Eve. Christmas was about to happen, and all was right with the world.