I grew up in the Happy Days era of Seattle, in a much simpler seemingly less stressfully paced time. This story reflects some memorable childhood experiences of my own Christmas - 1955. There were and I believe still are many warm souls out there with love to give and get - seems back then we felt it everywhere. Everybody smiled easily and I assure you that sparked a peaceful aroma of harmony in the air that was hard to miss. I've never understood why it didn't last all year long. It takes effort to distribute even though this gift comes freely, uniquely crafted to meet our own hearts' desire. It arrives and if we let it in will transform our souls deeper into living with more love following each and every year we experience the season of Christmas.