I've decided my love for Christmas goes back to my childhood. Wonderful memories of tinsel on the tree, the vinyl smell of a new doll, Alan sneaking out to see what Santa brought.
We would be up in the early, early morning. After seeing what we got, we would head out into the snow to traipse (is that a word?) through the barrow pit to Grandma Batt's house to show her our Christmas treasures.
What keeps me loving Christmas now is the chance to be with family (my own and my extended). I have been so blessed to be part of a family that I love so much. Thought you might enjoy a few pictures from my memory lane.
My three brothers.
Our family just before our Uncle Jim left for his mission. Jim is the tall one on the right.
Our annual first day of school picture. Every year was the same with us squinting as Mom had us looking into the sun .
Just after Alan returned from his mission.
