Its time for the warm and fuzzy of it all, a moment of reflection to our favorite memory of Christmas. There were the times in the single digits where my brother and I would awake before sunrise to find our toys set and ready for play action. There were years where I spent more time in the car than any one house driving with the world’s greatest brother listing to music. Christmas Eve was always wonderful when several families would get together adults sharing stories and children causing mayhem.
Most favorite of all, oddly enough, was a sad mom during a cold Christmas. The local charity dropped off a box with my name on it. I was allowed to open it a whole day early and it turned out to be a pair of flannel PJ’s.
The things we remember most and hold dear to our hearts have nothing to do with common sense or politeness. Because I wish my most vivid memory was one brother hitting the other with the shovel sending him to the hospital for stitches. But the PJ story is good too.
I invite you all to leave your favorite or most vivid Christmas memory, or maybe what you wish it was.