Christmas Lights on the River (in San Antonio).
Driving 8 hours from one Grandparents’ house to the other on Christmas Day.
Opening one carefully selected gift on Christmas Eve.
Opening my presents early and re-wrapping them. (Only once or twice. Sorry Santa.)
Waking up while it was still dark to open presents but having to wait until the adults were ready.
The living tree that was supposed to be planted but didn’t live through Christmas.
Christmas sweaters from Grandma, even though I hated them.
Ballet Lessons. The most memorable Christmas gift.
The Nutcracker Ballet.
Christmas carols on the radio.
Evergreens and Snow. It doesn’t feel like Christmas without them even though most of my Christmases were spent in Nevada or Texas.
Unwrapping 15 nested boxes to find a ring. Yes, the engaging kind.
What are your memories?