I always get a little excited around this time of year, the cold weather, pretty lights, and comfy clothes, what's not to love about winter? In reflecting back on previous years, I stumbled across memories of my childhood Christmases. I vividly remember my excitement when decorating the Christmas tree, insisting I put the angel on the top every year. The days seemed to go by so slowly, when my morning routine consisted of moving the Santa doll down a pocket each day in December, counting down the days until Santa came. I recall my sisters all squished into one bed on Christmas Eve, laughing the night away, while getting scolded by our parents because of the noise, and failed attempts to catch Santa in action. Oh the days!
In getting older, the childhood excitement slowly escapes us, unless we do out best to keep it alive. The way I look at it, there is still so much love, so I make new memories, and hold the old ones close to my heart.
My most memorable presents from Santa
Barbie dream house!
I think I screamed when I opened it, it had an elevator, balcony, and bath tub, my barbies were too cool.
Tamagotchi!
I got a cute little cat, it died all the time, but I remember spending hours at a time trying to keep it alive.
Cabbage patch kid!
The coolest part about this doll was that it had a birth certificate, which made me feel like I extra owned it. It was my first child, yet now they all kind of creep me out.
Easy bake oven!
My favorite, and most played with, present of all time. I seriously loved that thing, and once I ran out of powder packets and recipes, I used random things from my kitchen. I was devastated when my light bulb went out, and when it was really dirty inside, my mom made me throw it away. Sad day!
Lite-Brite!
Flat out fun! It was such an accomplishment when I completed a full stencil, although I mostly free styled, randomly sticking them anywhere I wanted. My parents didn't like it very much, nor did I, when stepping on a piece sitting upright on the carpet.
Don't stop believing!
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