Christmas was a magical time that meant getting dressed up and going to cousins houses for a scream fest, yes in all our nice clothes we’d put on snowsuits and run around outside until called in for the big meal. It meant getting dressed up and going to church in candlelight. Really gifts were the least of it.

What I miss most from childhood is getting up and riding off on my pony with my dog for the whole day. We had a magic kingdom we made.