I thought I'd take some time to jot down (blog style) some of my childhood memories of Christmas. Some day I may get old like some others of you (hee, hee), so I better get this on the screen before I forget them forever.
Christmas Memory #1
The first Christmas that I knew there was no Santa, I got to help my parents fill the stockings for the other kids. I got a giant gummy rat to make up for not getting my own stocking filled. I felt so proud and grown up! Within a year or so of that, I decided I better believe in Santa again. Giant rats are great, but full stockings are much more fun. I still believe.
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