My special memory is from the year my children, Shannon, Natasha and Brandon, were 7, 4 and 3 years of age respectively. It was my tradition to include a bunch of chocolate candy kisses in their Christmas stockings with instructions not to eat them all at once. However, my son Brandon was a chubby little fellow with a large appetite for sweets and absolutely no selfcontrol. On Christmas morning when we were about to open the presents things were way too quiet. Suddenly we realized Brandon was nowhere to be found. Searching the house we yelled his name but there was no response. Starting to feel a bit panicked we redoubled our efforts. Then we heard my eldest daughter’s voice, “Mom, I found him!" We ran back to the living room as she pulled back the bottom branches of the tree and said, “He was right here!" Between the many packages, with the Christmas lights glowing on his fair hair and his chubby little face completely covered in melted chocolate, he sat silently grinning, surrounded by a pile of chocolate kiss wrappers. We remember it as the year he was covered in kisses.