Christmas '89

Christmas is my absolute favorite holiday. When it goes well it's like ULTRA-birthday! And when it doesn't it's still better than most other days off school. My favorite Christmas is the first one I remember. Christmas 1989. It was a snowy morning in Erie, PA, I still believed in Santan and he gave me the bestest gift ever! A 3-minute ice cream maker! Creamy treats at my 5-year old fingertips! E***i, got a keyboard (that our little brother broke like 2 hours later) and O****e got an octopus. (*sigh) again. It was a storybook holiday! Even though my dad was stuck overseas because he couldn't get a visa to come home, I was too young and hopped-up on powdered ice cream to miss him. Truly a magical time of year.