The holidays always make me nostalgic. Our family has so many great memories. I remember getting my new pj’s at Grandam JoAnn’s on Christmas Eve. We would put them on before we left. Then someone would say something about how we better get home so Santa could come. On the way home, we would be driving and Mom or Dad would say, “Look!”. We would look up in the sky, and every year we would see Rudolph’s red blinking nose. Then, Dad or Mom would say that we better hurry home and get in bed so Santa could come.
This year I’m going to be missing my pj’s.
Please add one of your Christmas memories.
Guest Blogger: Charity Hobbs