When I was a kid, anticipating Christmas was one of the most exciting times of the year. Any greater “reason for the season” was lost on me as I spent weeks counting down and dreaming about the presents I hoped to receive! As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found that I spend much more time reflecting on Christmas than I do anticipating its arrival. This year, I discovered myself reliving my favorite Christmas presents from years past. I’ll never forget the treasured space shuttle model my mom Santa got me when I was eight, just months after John Glenn returned to orbit! Eleven years later, my dad got me this Peterson Irish Whiskey sandblasted billiard. It was my first brand-new pipe, and smoking it the other day conjured up Dickensian images of the ghosts of Christmases past.