Each of us has our memories of past Christmases. I was twelve when my then eleven year old brother David received a brand new gold Schwinn bicycle. My father asked me to go with him to the store, to help him load it still in the box in the old Dodge Station Wagon, then take it out of the box and assemble it in the back hall of his office building. I don’t know if my father was feeling especially weak that day, or had somehow forgotten how to assemble a bicycle, or was testing