One Christmas my father kept our tree up till March. He hated to see it go. I loved that.
Recounts a unique family tradition where the Christmas tree was kept up until March, highlighting the father's reluctance to part with it and the speaker's appreciation for the extended holiday spirit.
A young imagination is bold, likes to make bigger leaps. It likes to, well, imagine that the dustbuster is a dinosaur; that the computer mouse is a hotrod; that the box is a cave; that the rawhide is a torch... or a baton... or something.
Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness.
I wish I had played team sports. I think every kid should. Teamwork builds character - teaches people about leadership and cooperation.
I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September, the bad pop star recordings of Christmas carols, the decorations that don't know when to come down.
I love Christmas. Frosty the Snowman, peace on Earth and mangers, Salvation Army bell ringers and reindeer, the movie 'Meet Me in St. Louis,' office parties and cookies.