Christmas Tree

The past few weeks I have been very nostalgic. It could be because of the holidays and Mom being sick, or just being nostalgic. Any way, I was thinking as I was putting up my tree about all of the memories that Christmas Trees and the ornaments and trimming include for me. When I was little, on Christmas eve, we went to bed pretty much like we did every night. There were a few decorations, and we hung our stockings and went to bed-hardly able to contain our excitement. I remember being ready to burst and it was nearly impossible to get to sleep. We had spent the previous few weeks playing outside and going to school. When we woke up on Christmas Day, we were to wake our parents and not go into the living room until they told us we could. When we walked in, we did not run to our gifts as you would expect. We just stood there in awe. Our mouths were gaping open and breaking into smiles. Overnight, our ordinary living room had been transformed into Christmas. The Christmas tree was there-decorated and lit. A few short hours before, there was no tree or gifts, but magically overnight, not only did Santa bring our gifts, but managed to bring our tree as well. It was magical and made our Christmas morning special. I remember loving the gifts, but the transformation was the great gift we were given. It didn't last my whole childhood, and I don't know if my brothers and sister remember, but as long as I remember, the gift continues.