I love the Christmas season. I love the way that Christmas makes even the meanest among us a little nicer. How could you not be pleasant when there is happiness all around you?

When I was a child I remember Christmas being magical. I can’t recall a single year that Santa did not bring me everything that was on my Christmas list. I think I got everything that I wanted because I was always on the nice list. Santa didn’t see me when I was sticking gum in my sister’s hair, or when I was breaking things and blaming on it on her. Or when I was just being a plain ole bully. But anyway, I digress…I was always on the nice list…that’s what I was saying. What I loved most about Christmas, in addition to getting everything I wanted, was the hearing the Christmas music that my parents played in the house. “Christmas time…comes but once a year…you take the next six months to pay the bills…every time I think about it…it gives me chills…but I don’t care…Christmas comes but once a year.”

Another Christmas favorite, for me, was the fact that on Christmas morning I could eat whatever I wanted. Cookies, cake, pie, ham…you name it, it was all fair game.

This is going to sound dorky, but it was well into adulthood that I could actually sleep on Christmas Eve.

What is your favorite Christmas memory?