In our family, Santa was Mom. She always made sure there were presents under the tree Christmas morning and our stockings were filled with chocolate, candy canes, and small toys that fit in the stocking.
But sometimes we could tell that Dad got in on the gift giving. “Some assembly required” usually involved Dad. One of my fondest Christmas memories is the basketball court Dad built for me.
A wooden backboard with metal rim mounted on the inside wall of the barn with six sheets of plywood screwed to the floor to make a good surface to dribble on. I received a basketball under the tree and then was told to go to the barn to do chores. There I discovered my court.
Because its out of the weather, its aged remarkably well. The only thing I’ve replaced is the net. I don’t keep the court swept clean like I used to, but now I’m shooting hoops with Romeo, just like Dad and I did.
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