My mom used to hide Christmas gifts in the closet under the stairs. I passed by that door every day as I went up to my bedroom.
I never gave a thought to what was inside until one Christmas decades ago I just had to see if I was getting the gift I hoped for.
As it turns out, I was.
The gift was a Breyer horse. Two, actually, because the Clydesdale mare and her foal were a set. They each came with…
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