Another Christmas has come and gone. Watching my niece and nephew open their presents reminded me of when I was dazzled by the Christmas tree lights and dreaming about the possibilities of all the things under the tree. To this day, the best present I’ve ever received was a model train that I had received the year before but that my father had expertly repainted in the colors of my favorite railroad, the Great Northern.
I remembered asking all sorts of questions at that age: What is the fastest train in the world? How does Santa Claus fit in the chimney? And why do things cost money? Why doesn’t the government just give people what they need?
