"are you buying your Christmas roast?" a friend asked,
"No. Only hot dogs," he answered,
then he explained that long ago a bank failure had completely wiped out his fortune. He faced Christmas with no job, no money for gifts and less than a dollar for food. He and his wife and small daughter said grace before dinner that year and then ate a Christmas dinner of hot dogs. His wife had decorated each of them, giving toothpicks for legs and broom straws for tails and whiskers. Their little girl was delighted and her radiant joy spread to all of them.
After dinner, they gave thanks again for the most loving and festive time they had ever had together.
"Now it's a tradition," said the once again prosperous man.
"Hot dogs for Christmas - they remind us of that happy day when we realized that we still had one another and our God-given sense of humor."
-Tony Castle
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