When I was little, and it was snowing outside, we'd go and knock the iceickles down from the edges of our roof. We'd lick them until our toungs were frozen, and then we'd go back inside to a warm cup of hot chocolate. When we were getting ready for christmas, all four of us kids would pick out ornaments from the boxes we had, and fight over where they were going to go on the tree. Our tree was probably the gaudiest of all of my friends- but I always thought it was beautiful, because it didn't have to be so fragile.

Tonight, I remembered the feeling of Christmas with my family when I was little. I love those kinds of memorys. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside right now.