I don't think my fondest memory is of what I received - it is how Christmas unfolded at our house when I was a little girl.

We lived in a two story house in Ohio. I lived with my Aunt and Uncle and two cousins, along with my Dad and older brother.

The Christmas tree was never, ever put up until Christmas Eve and long after I was sound asleep. I highly suspect my Uncle and Dad went out and shopped for a bargain late Christmas Eve. Money was always tight.

Christmas morning I was not allowed to go down stairs until my brother was ready. Then he led me downstairs with his hands covering my eyes so I couldn't see the tree or presents. We would get to the bottom of the stairs, take a hard right and go into the kitchen. We all had to have breakfast first before we opened our presents. Boy, adults are such a pain when you are a little kid.

What I do remember is being able to just barely see lots of colored lights.....through my brothers fingers it was like MAGIC.

I don't think I have ever told him that story ------hmmm, I think it is about time that I do.

I am busy wrapping presents and need to get some cooking done.....so I think I will just pass on a drink right now. I will be back later.