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         "What are you looking for, Honey? You're making a terrible mess."

         Crumpled red and green wrapping paper surrounded my husband. He was holding the black plastic trash bag and emptying it onto the floor one handful at a time.

         "I know,” he said. “I'll pick it up. I couldn't sleep so I got up and came downstairs. That's when I noticed that the tickets, Andy gave me for the game Monday, weren't where I thought I left them. I've looked everywhere. I promised Evan I'd take him and now I don't know what I did with the tickets. I thought maybe they were accidentally put with the wrapping paper and I wanted to look before the trash goes out in the morning."

         I knew how important that game was to my ten-year-old son as well as my husband. This precious father and son day must not to be lost.

         "It's impossible to get tickets. They were sold out by Thanksgiving," he said, as we sorted out two bags of paper ribbon and discarded boxes.

         Then I remembered something and started to laugh.

         "What's funny?" he asked.

         "I know where they are. Come with me. Remember how Evan always slept with his favorite present on Christmas night?"

         We went into Evans’s bedroom, and there he was with the tickets clutched in his hand.


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