Like many kids, I wrote an annual letter to Santa. Though my letters were typically pleas for dolls and colored pencils, one year I asked Santa for the impossible — one of his sleigh bells. On Christmas morning, the smallest box under the tree was addressed to me, and I noticed a peculiar jingle one I shook it. I unwrapped the box to find three sleigh bells, each worn down with years of use. And now when I feel the weight of those antique bells in my hand and listen to their quiet jangle next to my ear, I'm reminded of the love of my parents, and their determination to see their daughter smiling on Christmas morning — even at the price of countless trips to various antique stores.
Contributed to Etsy's new Saved From the Fire blog series.)