Do you remember your first Christmas? Didn’t think so. I don’t, either. Not too many of us do.
I remember early ones, when my brother thought he heard Santa stomping around on our roof with his big boots and when we waited at the top of the stairs with my little cousins, eager to be allowed to come down on Christmas morning. And I remember the time I first started to question whether the Jolly Old Elf was real or not. But my first one? No.