My brother is doing well in the running for best brother in the world.
Last week when I went to check my mail, among all the other depressing adult mail I sifted through, you know bills and that junk, I found a key to the parcel box, which post offices use when packages are too big for individual mail boxes.
Inside was a chocolate advent calendar my brother sent me. It’s something we looked forward to as kids, something we couldn’t celebrate Christmas without.
He’s so thoughtful. I think my mom did a really great job with him, so I wonder what happened to me.
Like any other siblings, we had our share of fights, but I’ll never forget what he did for me one Christmas.
The year I didn’t find a present from Santa under the tree, my world was shaken and I doubted his existence. After a myriad tears, I eventually got over it. Days after Christmas I found a letter from Santa in my stocking in pencil and crayon explaining why he accidentally forgot to visit our home.
If I remember correctly, his elves gave him the wrong route and he never made it to our region.
Based on the drawings, I knew my brother wrote it. He didn’t want me to be sad. It was his attempt to save my innocence.
I may have lost my faith in Santa, but I gained understanding of just how blessed I am to have him for a brother.
Christina Calloway writes for Clovis Media Inc.