Christmas Memory

I have one great memory about Christmas and that was when I got my very first bike. I was scratching my eyes when my sister came in at 5am to wake me up to go see what santa brought us. As I stumbled through the hall I could see the lights of the christmas tree still shining. As we walked into our living room, both of our mouths just dropped. We both had two brand new red bikes. But now it is a little different. Every memory I have of Christmas is being overshadowed by my new ones of my daughter. Nothing brings me more joy than seeing her open her gifts. She is only 3 and this was the first year she really understood how to open the presents and who brought them. It was AWESOME!