Christmas, Grandma, the kids

Every year my mother carries out a tradition for all of her grandchildren.

She sends a box full of small gifts. Each Saturday the box is opened and Lois and Oscar get to choose one of the presents. (She even wraps them in paper specific to each grandchild).

The presents aren't expensive but that's not the point. We all like receiving gifts, and giving is a fine quality.

It's an example of the type of person my mother is and demonstrates the world in which I was brought up and try to maintain.