From time to time, people will ask what story has brought me the greatest joy and fulfillment.

Armenian child in Yerevan anxiously awaits the arrival of Gaghant Baba (Santa Claus). We at The Armenian Weekly and Hairenik Weekly wish our readers a happy and prosperous Christmas and New Year. (Tom Vartabedian photo)
After 50 years, it’s a lot like picking which grandchild you love most.
There are favorites, but after giving it some thought, nothing could ever measure up to the time I went homeless one Christmas season.
No, my parents didn’t kick me out of the house. If anything, they would have opened their door to a vagrant or a derelict.
And, no, my wife didn’t point her finger to the outside and ask me to vacate the premises.
Oh, we’ve had our share of arguments over the Christmas tree and what gifts to buy for whom. But in such cases, I have gamely deferred to the mistress of this house and let harmony take its place.
Instead, I took to the streets during the Christmas...
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