When I am remembering our first Christmas as a family one thing that Steve did sticks with me to this day, when he unwrapped his presents he put them to the side and did not think they were for him to play with. When Steve got some new clothes he was so excited he got up ran to the bathroom and tried each and every thing on. He was more excited about having new clothes that were his than he was about having new toys.
When we watched this happened it occurred to us that he may not have ever had new clothes or toys of his own. This was his third Christmas but it seemed to us like it was his first. After he tried all his clothes on he went and put them on hangers and put them in his closet. Now if I could get him to hang up his clothes now and put them away well that would be a Christmas miracle! When he finished putting his clothes in his closet he thought Christmas was over. If we give him clothes still to this day he tries them on right away he just forgets about the part of putting them away too.
When we began to open the boxes of presents up and told him he could play with them the shock in his face was surreal to us. He brought every toy over to George and Rebecca so they could see and play with the toy that was his. Of course George had presents too but Steve wanted to share his things with his brother and sister first. When he was done showing everyone what he got he asked we took him to his room and helped him put the toys away. When he looked at us and asked if they were really his toys it really did bring tears to my eyes. Steve went and got George so they could play in their room with their new Christmas toys. Steve was so happy to have his brother with him and George was happy to be with Steve, they both adored their sister and the best part was the loved us. That was truly the best Christmas present.