When I think about my favorite christmas ever, it's hard to put a finger on the best one of all. It's surreal sometimes what you remember about Christmas, the good and the bad. It's what defines you as a person and helps you to focus on that which matters most in your life. I can remember so many now that it's hard to pinpoint just one that stands out:
I remember the Christmas I got a train set, with a little Lego gas station and fire house. I must have played with that set up for hours, days, and weeks on end.
I remember the Christmas my cousin's ex-husband (Yay!) tormented me at the family get together, just because he thought it was cute.
I remember the Christmas that I call "The 'Yo Joe' Christmas", recalling walking into my parent's living room as a line of G.I. Joe and Cobra aircraft sat in spectacle on the couch and my overjoyed reaction to walking into the next room to find a 7 1/2 foot long aircraft carrier to set them all upon.
I remember the Christmas when I was 16 and my best friend in the world got a new sports car for Christmas, while all I got were clothes. At least I looked nice!
I remember the Christmas driving through an elaborately decorated park, with almost every tree adorn in lights. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I remember the Christmas when Christmas Tree fell over dead, only a week after we had bought it.
I remember the Christmas my cousin Dustin and I broke the patio table, having some fun-loving horse play, that we both felt bad for.
I remember the first Christmas after my grandmother had passed away only months earlier and the heartache that season at the loss of such a wonderful lady.
I remember the Christmas my dad's entire side of the family spent the holiday down at the beach.
I remember the Christmas I got a 13" TV, the next Christmas a VCR, and the next Christmas an entertainment center with a stereo (now kids get that ALL in one Christmas, let alone three). And I remembered being happy I got those things in successive years.
I remember the Christmas my dad and I surprised my mom with a porcelain Rose Dewitt Bukator doll from the Franklin Mint and the sheer joy she received from opening that up on Christmas morning.
I remember the first Christmas I spent with my future wife and her family.
I remember the Christmas before Jacob was supposed to have been born and Jacob's Tree in my brother-in-law's front yard. Jacob sadly died at birth in March the next year.
I remember the first Christmas in mine and my wife's new home. I'll NEVER forget bringing in the first Christmas Tree in our house either, 11 1/2 feet tall, and it fell over on me as we were putting it up.
I remember the Christmas we bought our dog Charlie (R.I.P.), then our current dogs Max and Maggie.
I remember every Christmas swearing, cursing, and gnashing my teeth as I put up Christmas decorations. I have SO much Christmas spirit when I'm doing that! But, at least it looks nice in the end.
I will remember this Christmas as the last before my beautiful daughter will be born.
And I absolutely cannot wait for the memories of my daughter's first Christmas next year and seeing her radiant, smiling face that morning for the first time.
So many memories, so many yet to come. Is it possible to choose just one?
I don't think so, so that's why my favorite Christmas...is all of them, because they've been my life and my joy. There's nothing more beautiful than the time you get to spend with friends and family over the holidays. There will be moments you wish you could do over, forget, or want to have again. But, you must cherish every moment, because it will never happen again. The greatest Christmas of all will always be the Christmas you remember sharing love. If you're like me, that will always be every single one of them.
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