I don't remember my very first Christmas, but I do remember my little sister's. That means that the first Christmas I remember was when I was about 4 years, almost 5, old. We went to Idaho to have a "white" Christmas with my grandparents. I remember thinking it was odd that my grandparents and aunt hung up actual socks for Santa, on a rope in the living room. I woke up really early in the morning and when sneakily up the stairs with my little flashlight. I saw all the good stuff that was laid out. Oh boy, it was impressive. I think I really became and engineer that year because I got my first bucket of Lego and a set of PVC pipes that you could build all sorts of toys with.
As a side note: I do have a picture of another earlier Christmas in Idaho where I was either the baby or the shepherd as we acted out the nativity with the family. I don't actually remember it, but we have pictures.
Also, I am getting on a plane to go home for the holidays right NOW!!!
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