Dr. Seuss was right of course. We all know it, even if we did scramble to make sure all our store-bought presents arrived on time and were wrapped by Christmas Eve. But some of the most thoughtful gifts don't come from a store.
One of my students gave me an ornament hand-painted by his mother to match the cover of my book. I was reduced to tears.
My daughter Gina wrote me a guest blog post, which I will post on Wednesday.
And my other daughter Gabrielle painstakingly learned (by ear) the theme for the eleventh Doctor Who (Matt Smith) and played it on her viola for me Christmas morning.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, Hanukkah, or any other holiday you celebrate ... and wishing you a good New Year's to come!