And so, Christmas is here, and it's every bit as magical as it was when I was eight years old. I see the holiday from a whole different perspective 21 years later, but something about the holiday still resonates with the youngster in me. Even now I'm having trouble being patient enough to wait for my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins to get here so we can chat for a bit and open gifts.
I was even able to take a break from screaming about Washington for a couple of days, which it turns out was sorely needed.
Here's to many more Christmases just like this one.