So I was sitting there talking to my mom a couple days before Christmas and she was asking me what I wanted for Christmas. I was having a hard time thinking of things I wanted. Then I thought of something.
“I’d like to have a new pocket knife, I don’t have one anymore. It would be really useful to have one”
“I think we have a pocket knife laying around here somewhere. I saw one recently.”
My goes back to her room and starts rustling through her closet and pulls out two brand new pocket knives. These are special edition 2005 Winchester Yellowboy pocket knife sets in collectors tins. Both still brand new in their plastic packaging.
My dad had bough these knives a few years back when he was still alive and intended to eventually give one to my brother and one to me.
I was pretty shocked to tell you the truth. Some might call it coincidence. I don’t believe that. My dad had always tried to get me the things I wanted for Christmas. It was as if this were a gift from beyond the grave.