It's usually around this time of year that memories of my childhood creep back into my mind. Christmas was always a big deal for us kids and my Mom. Our Dad was rarely around, so there really isn't much to say about him, sad but true.

But anyway, my Mom made sure that we had fun at Christmas, knew the REAL meaning of Christmas and enjoyed it. Growing up were good year's...... Looking back it was good until my preteen year's, but, in order to have peace you have to go through hard times. I was up in the attic and came across a lot of old pictures from my *childhood home*. I lived there until I turned 13.

Then my parents divorced and we moved in the city with our Grandmother. Despite it all, Christmas was and always will be a wonderful Holiday to me.