Christmas Memories...

Okay, so what is YOUR favorite Christmas memory? It could be a recent happening, or from way back when!

I have several...so I'll use this week to tell you all about them!

My first happy excited memory...I can't even remember how old I was, maybe one of my brothers remembers... Santa brought me a makeup vanity. I was soooooo impressed, and totally convinced I was now a big girl. I had it up against the living room wall just a combing my hair, applying fake makeup, my older brothers were playing with whatever boys toys Santa brought... and Daddy tells me to go downstairs to get bags for the torn up wrapping paper. Okay, just a second Daddy! Then Mom tells ME to go downstairs to get bags for the torn up wrapping paper... oh okay... sheesh.... so I tramp and stomp my way to the downstairs, and WHOA! Dooooooonnnnnnie! Jeeeeefffffffffy!! Oh my! Oh My! OH MY! Cooooommmmme Loooooookkkk!!
BIKES! THREE BIKES! WE GOT BIKES! OH MY!!! BIIIIIIIIKKKKKKEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
I was so excited, all I remember doing is bouncing up and down. Donnie and Jeffy almost barrelled me over getting to their new gold with banana seat bikes, mine was royal blue! I love royal blue, and Santa knew that of course. Those bikes were so cool, we were the coolest kids in the neighborhood. Well maybe not, but to us we were! And Santa even brought a little red ride on fire engine for our baby brother that year. Talk about Christmas magic....

Later in life I found out how the folks afforded those three bikes for us kids, and I tell ya, I learned from my mother what gift giving is all about. She told me the looks on our faces was worth whatever sacrifice she and dad had to make to get them for us. That's how I measure Christmas gift giving. If I could make my kids squeal in delight and feel how I did that Christmas morning, then Santa did her job.