My Holiday spirit

[TempestRayne]

You know, it's the sparkle in a kid's eye.  They start seeing the snowflake decorations and Christmas trees, the Santa's, the lights and the snowmen and their eyes get all big and excited over the spectacle.  For a minute there, i remember all my best xmas'es and how happy i was, like when i got "the" doll that i almost cried over when i was 7.  I was all i wanted for christmas-no babies, dress up clothes; spangles or sparkles.  I just wanted this one doll, and i unwrapped a present from my Great grandmother-and there it was.  I immediately forgot about all my other presents (and i still cannot remember what they were), and choked up and squealed (it was an interesting sound) and cried. yay!

or my first radio, when i was six.

or heck, the Christmas when I was three and I had so many presents to play with that i didn't want breakfast.  Of course, i got hungry later, but it was close enough to lunch time that I could be patient.

It's not even the toys themselves i really remember (except for the doll, which, btw, was "Little Miss Make-up").  It was the excitment and magic and santa coming to visit me and leave me a nice present under the tree and something in my stocking.

Come to think of it, maybe it's sweet potatoes.  Sweet potatoes and happy children-that's my holiday trigger.