Christmases past
I'm not a real holiday kind of person. I don't love the music. I don't want a tree. I don't like the stress. I do like the baking. I love giving presents that people like. There are good parts to it. I was thinking today about the Christmases I enjoyed growing up. There were quite a few. My grandma and grandpa used to come stay over night on Christmas eve. I wasn't allowed to open any gifts early but my grandparents would bring a stocking and I was allowed to open that. I don't remember a lot about it (other than I loved opening it early) but in every stocking was a hand held toy that you pushed, the tree spun and opened and revealed something on the inside. Much like this: Those were fun. One year, my grandmother was sick and in the hospital over Christmas. My mom and I bought a small tree (maybe 4 feet tall), decorated it and put it in a big trash bag. I took it up to the hospital and left it in her room as a ...