I'm going to admit that my memory sort of fades in and out concerning the years gone by... way gone actually. As a kid I waited for the packages to arrive from Brownsville, all wrapped in tissue paper and sent from my Mammaw, Aunt Margaret, and Uncle Neil. Living in California without any relatives close enough for even a day trip meant something like a wrapped package was an important event for feeling connected to the ones back here. After Mammaw passed away the packages did as well, the kids were older and no one felt the need to continue on with that practice. I understand now, but Christmas wasn't the same without the crinkle of tissue wrapped packages flecked with little foil stars.