Christmas 1945
Christmas 1945Christmas Eve had arrived and while presents were scarce, good humor wasn’t. It had been snowing constantly for the past few days and a thick layer of pristine white snow covered the soft hills around the farm.
Richard exchanged a glance with his mother and knew the women wanted to decorate the tree and put the presents – one for each child – under the tree.
“Who wants to go sledding?” Richard yelled and within seconds a bunch of children, including the little ones of the Hansen family living on the farm with them, surrounded him with eager faces.
“I guess I’ll sit this one out.” Katrina smiled at him. With the baby due within two months, her belly had swollen and she wasn’t as agile as she used to be. Richard didn’t mind. His wife’s advancing pregnancy had
