Christmas time in general has always been what I look forward to all year. When I was little, I used to get SO upset that I could never make a perfect snow angel. There'd always be that mark where I had to push off the ground to get up. I would carefully lay down, move my arms and legs to form the angel, and sloooowly get up and that feeling of anticipation and looking down and my angel would be messed up...I'd start crying and my dad would tell me to try again. Finally I got so upset that I refused to make a single snow angel ever again. My dad insisted I try one more time...so my little four year old self flopped down and started the angel, and daddy came over and picked me up off the ground. No dents or marks left behind. I remember being so happy I finally made a perfect snow angel.
My dad even took a picture of it with a polaroid camera and it's in a scrapbook I made as a child. Good times...
I also remember sitting in the living room with my parents and stringing popcorn with a needle and thread for the tree. I would never sneak a single bite...and when my dad would, I'd tell my mama onbhim and she'd pretend to scorn him, and I'd laugh my head off.
Also, I remember one Christmas in particular, I got an easel from pappaw that he built himself and painted pink. I was soooo happy...I loved that dang thing. It was twice as big as me.