We meet William, whose friends said he lacked getting presents because Jesus and him had the same day of birthday. With not having school and parents both home and they spend the whole day together, he thought that was the best present. The stories flowed of when he was a young boy, how the day was spent. The wisdom of a grandfather telling him “ happiness is an attitude not a condition”. When at forty he spent time to remember the day with things that happened, the war, words spoken too sharply, and of Christmases from the past. The treasure was sharing the wisdom of what his grandfather had said to him, and now sharing with his son. To the older William, that misses his wife, butter on toast, a cup of coffee. The tradegy to outlive one’s son. A Christmas tree he bought after Gracie died, because she would want to have one, but notices it is quite dusty now. A shoebox of Christmas cards from his grandson. A knock on the door, brought to him a surprise and a gift of seeing a new life had been born three weeks old, and a namesake to carry on. Emotional, tender story to enjoy, a glimpse of the treasures he had in his life.