Jun 29
When I think about Christmas, I always think about growing up with my four brothers. I had three older brothers, one younger brother, and two incredible parents. I remember waking up in my room that I shared with my little brother. We would all gather in our room, and wait for parents to wake up. We were strictly forbidden from entering the living room before they got up, and we never really tried to sneak a peek. We would gather at the end of the hallway, right out side my room once my parents had gotten up. We had these little platic bells that played music. My mom would turn the music on, and we would go rushing down the hallway. Looking back, the time we spent together was far more valuable than any gift we ever got.
