Happy Holidays from PCH Play&Win!

From all of us at PCH Play & Win, we wish you the very happiest of holidays! We hope you enjoy the time with your family and friends…unwrapping presents…eating delicious food… and maybe even snuggling up to a nice game.

Tell us: what is YOUR favorite game to play during the holidays?

P.S. Exciting news everyone! From today until Wednesday 12/26, gamers will get 1,200 Bonus Tokens on login every day! Think of it as our little holiday present :)


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Curtis Martin said...

(I LOVE THIS)

The Christmas Envelope
Nancy W. Gavin

It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas — oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it — overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma — the gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else.

Knowing that he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended. Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church, mostly black. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.

As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly. “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said. “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.”

Mike loved kids — all kids — and he knew them, having coached youth league football, baseball, and lacrosse. That’s when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church.

On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year, and in succeeding years. For each Christmas, I followed the tradition — one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, their toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure.

The story doesn’t end there.

You see, we lost Mike last year to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown, and someday will expand even further, with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation, watching as their fathers take down the envelope.

Mike’s spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us. May we all remember the true reason for the season, this year and always.

With special thanks to Nancy Gavin’s family for allowing us to share this beautiful story. Nancy wrote this article for Women’s Day Magazine in 1982.

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Kanika Loeung said...

I love PCH Christmas tree.
Mahjongg Dimensions and Klondike Solitaire Gold are my favorite games. :)

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Dorothy Soares said...

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL AT PCH….My most favorite game is MAHJONGG DIMENSIONS and JIGSAW DELUXE. BUT lets just say I love PCH gamming site, Period…. Maybe one day you just may be knocking at MY DOOR, and I’ll get to say, IT REALLY DOES HAPPEN – I JUST WON THE PUBLISHERS CLEARING !! HOUSE!! OH WELL, who knows. Time to go play a gameand get the rest of my e-mail done.KEEP UP the good work–PCH

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Mrs. A.T. said...

Hi! Thank you PCH for the “little holiday present” and yes my favorite game is still Mahjongg Dark Dimensions. Thank you too, Curtis Martin that is a beautiful story.:)

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barbara doyle said...

happy holidays to pch and friends. I like instant games Barbara doyle

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marjarie holmes said...

Happy Holidays Everyone God Bless You All.

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Aileen Hughes said...

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Aileen Hughes said...

I enjoy playing Tripoli with my family.

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