Growing up, it was a running joke in my house that I liked giving gifts more than I liked receiving them. I always had something for everyone and, on Hannukah, would bounce up and down excitedly, waiting for others to open my presents. Sometimes, just to torture me, my dad would sit there, gift in lap, refusing to open it until I couldn’t take it any more and I’d grab my dad’s present and rip it open for him.
The Greatest Gifts
The Greatest Gifts
The Greatest Gifts
Growing up, it was a running joke in my house that I liked giving gifts more than I liked receiving them. I always had something for everyone and, on Hannukah, would bounce up and down excitedly, waiting for others to open my presents. Sometimes, just to torture me, my dad would sit there, gift in lap, refusing to open it until I couldn’t take it any more and I’d grab my dad’s present and rip it open for him.