I remember when Charleston County, SC’s sacred cow, Boeing, fired my Dad the week before Thanksgiving, him and about 400 more. He went out and shot a turkey for our T-day. We had to take small bites and spit out the lead pellets.Christmas was a coloring book for me, one for baby brodda, and a shared box of colors. My 2 older brothers volunteered to have a gift-less Christmas. It was the only time Dad read us the Christmas story from the Bible.