Howards priceless gift of simple giving [Video]

Note from the writer: This is a reprise of the column that is easily the most requested of any I’ve written. I hope your holiday season is as affirming and memorable as what Howard offered a boy way back when. Merry Christmas.

The Christmas tree was a scrub cedar hacked from the edge of the woods that bordered the farm.

Big-bulbed lights, strung in barber pole fashion, generated almost as much heat as the nearby wood stove. Yellowed Christmas cards, saved through the years and perched like doves in the untrimmed branches, served as ornaments.

“I believe this is the prettiest tree I’ve ever had,” Howard proclaimed as we stood in its glow. “And it smells good, too.”

The only scent evident to me was a mixture of wood smoke and the remains of a fried pork supper, but I lied and said, “Sure does.”

Howard beckoned me to sit. …