Ghosts of Christmas Eves Past

B. Morey Stockwell, PhD
4 min readDec 24, 2023

Great expectations and inevitable disappointments.

Photo by Myriam Zilles on Unsplash

The year- 1965.

My sister and I wedged our little bodies into the overstuffed chair. Daddy sat between us. He held a book in his hand.

“Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house.”

Daddy read the words. Mona and I eagerly listened, anticipating the next phrase.

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B. Morey Stockwell, PhD

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