The other day my husband and I were talking about some of the Christmases that we had as children. Even though we spent our holidays differently, we focused on the the toys we got. It was not just that we got toys, but that our parents played with us with our toys. I talked about how when I got a Pound Puppy for Christmas and how my mom and I would make voices with me and play with me with them. I talked about how when my Pound Puppy, Cookie, one of her seams were coming undone and my mom got out surgerical masks, a sewing needle and thread and we played doctor to fix her up. My mom even gave me some bandages to wrap her up with. It was so much fun.
My hubby talked about how he used to play with his racetrack with his dad. He talked about how they tried to figure out different ways to put the track together and his dad would race over and over with him until he beat him. He said that his dad never beat him, but I think that he let him win.
We had so many other memories of Christmas past that we talked for hours. I hope that when we have children that they have memories of their Christmases like we do.