“What do you want for Christmas?” a friend of mine (who will remain nameless) asked his teenaged son. “I don’t know.” was the reply.                                                                                                                                      No adult was going to shake an emotional response from THIS young man, until Christmas morning when he unwrapped a large oddly shaped gift.
Inside was a conformed bunch of wooden planks. They were hammered together in a misshaped, oddly, contorted way as if Jackson Pollack, the scribble painter, had tuned to sculpture. Shingles were hammered in peculiar places too.
“What is it?’ the poor boy asked.
Both parents and all his brothers and sisters, spontaneously, said together, ” I don’t know!”
If the success of any particular family is to make good memories, this one ranks high.  nancymauerman.com