Kris Kringle

When I was a child, my family participated in the tradition of Kris Kringle. We all drew a family member’s name out of a Santa hat. Then, we spent the next few weeks, doing nice things anonymously for that person. Sometimes, I would find that my Kris Kringle had fed the cat, or set the table for me. My mom would find the shoes in her closet straightened, or her bed made. My dad would discover a special love note in his lunch, or a pie sitting on his desk when he returned home.