We lived in an old house that was build in 1928. I living there until I was 9. An old Victorian house, the ones you see in Connecticut and Virginia.
Every Christmas, my mom, dad, two sister and brother would be home for Christmas. We all go together and picked out a tree. My mother always wanted the bigest one, but my father was more sensible. We spent hours to prepare the house for all our family members.
The old house sure sparkled when my daddy would put up these Christmas lights. I always tried to help, but the only thing I can do was help keep the lights in order. My parents would play Johnny Mathis while I kept playing A Disney Family Christmas on my little Sony tape player.
Presents of all kinds were wrapped under the tree but I knew the good stuff would come on Christmas Eve. When Santa comes, I had my list ready for weeks. I had my Mom check for grammatical errors for fear than Santa may not understand. He always did though. He always knew exactlly what I wanted and never disappointed me.