If you’ve been reading this blog the last few months you
won’t be surprised to see me wax nostalgia on this day. It seems I’m taking a
moment frequently to reflect on the past and look to the future. And Christmas
is certainly a great time to do that.
The first significant Christmas I remember as a child was
when I was 9 and we were living in Japan . I surprisingly still
believed in Santa. Thank goodness because I had a very long list of wants that
year: a big-girl bicycle, Madame
Alexander doll and majorette boots WITH tassels were just a few of the items.
Come Christmas morning I was not disappointed. My sister and
I, still in our jammies, tried to restrain ourselves as requested by our
parents as we walked down the hall to the living room. The lights from the tree
gave off a brilliant glow that lighted our way even though all other lights in
the house were off. In the distance I could hear the whir of the Super 8 camera
my dad had just wound up in order to capture our every look and gasp of glee.
The living room was nearly impassible to the front door due to the cabillion
presents for my sister and me. It was truly magical.
