So, Dylan is the name of the child we “adopted” for Christmas this year. He is 10 years old and asked for games, books and electronics as well as clothes (which broke Gene’s heart, that a child would list socks on his Christmas list). I shopped for him from Target (clothes, a book, some games, etc) and last Tuesday I drove over to a neighboring town (getting lost on the way there and on the way home) and dropped off the presents for distributing to his parents. The charity was having a “drop off party” but it was something like 35 degrees outside so I only stayed long enough to drop off my box of goodies.
I hope that this little boy had the Merriest of Christmases, surrounded by people he loves, warmth, good food and his fondest wishes delivered to him by Santa. I don’t exactly know where I’m going with this post (witness that I started writing it last week, never a good sign), but I guess I just want to say that shopping for Dylan meant a great deal to me. I wanted to give him the Christmas I would have given my own child.