Voice of Christmas Past
Christmas Eve Today, Blaine and I made our way to Catoosa. It was well past noon, well past lunch and by the time we arrived at our destination it was time that most were leaving. As a child, Christmas morning constisted of waking up extra early and racing into the living room with my oldest brother Chad. Chad and I would sneak a peak of what Santa had left while Jason and my parents slept. We would then sneak back to our bed and wake just a few hours later till as we could no longer wait to share what Santa had brought with the rest of the family and open all that Mom and Dad had wrapped up for us. Mom always fixed the same breakfast, prepared the night before so we could eat while we unwrapped the gifts. Side note but so many Christmas' we ate or had to pull the plactic wrap out of the food cause mom had cooked it forgetting to take it off before putting it in the oven... still funny! Dad would then...