Good morning, readers!
Today, I will be blogging about my favorite childhood memory that happened around Christmas. I actually have a few small ones.
There was one Christmas where my sister and I went to our bedroom when told to at around 10:00 at night on Christmas Eve. The tree wasn't even there. How was Santa to know? We actually didn't fall asleep until much later. We stayed in our room as to not get caught. We, instead, sat right by the door and tried our darndest to hear what was going on.
We could hear Mom & Dad talking about how this would be the last year we wait to get a Christmas tree. Dad also mentioned just buying a fake tree to put up and store throughout the year. Mom agreed. They also argued over which toys would be from them and which ones would end up being from Santa.
Before we knew it, we had fallen asleep. Mom and Dad had to wake us up to go see what Santa had left us. It was like we didn't care what we overheard our parents talking about. That was the year we got the expensive gifts. My sister got a vanity Barbie set. I got the Barbie dream house. I'm sure my sister would have shared her gift with me had I not been so much taller and older than her. I did share my dream house with her for years to come.
I may choose to write more on this at a later time.