waking up Christmas morning to find our dream toys set up in the living room,ready for us to play with them. The us was my 2 sisters & me. It was a magical morning…the smell of my doll’s hair…holding each new toy 1 by 1…excitement I’ve not experienced since those magical Christmas mornings.
After playing with our new toys all morning,it was off to Grandma’s for a bountiful lunch & more presents. I’ll always remember the smell of all that delicious food & how delicious it was.
I’m all grown up now,with my own family,& we don’t much celebrate Christmas,other than presents & a special meal. There’s no Christmas tree…nothing magical,other than the memories of childhood…my dream toys,our family Christmas tree,delicious foods,egg nog,those delightful Christmas shows on tv,Santa,love,play,laughter,& lots of imagination.