As a small boy being raised on our farm, Christmas was a very special time. Each year, our family looked forward to it. Finding the right Christmas tree in the woods behind our farm was the mission. I spent much time through the year in the forest area, building forts. I was always on the look out for that evergreen . . .

As we go into this Christmas season, I want leave you with a story. At this time of year, I always picture the face of Percy and recall it once again. Late December in Northern Ontario is traditionally cold and snowy. With a bag full of groceries, my father and I would trudge through the snow . . .