
When I look back at my childhood Christmases, it isn’t the expensive gifts that I remember most. In fact, if you ask me what the biggest most impressive gift I ever received was, I couldn’t tell you. I don’t remember what was underneath the pretty paper. I don’t even remember making a list of toys, hoping against hope I would get that doll that wet itself and chewed its food. I remember the smell of apple pie, the laughter and the red ribbon.
It’s the little things at Christmas which make the biggest impression. How easy it is to get caught up in the pre-holiday rush and forget to take the time to stop and take-in the rich colors, aromas and sounds of the weeks leading up to December 25. It may seem as though Christmas is a far off event, but it’s really a sense of wonder you can carry with you all year long.
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