When I was 9 years old my family moved from Texas to Tennessee. I had heard that it snowed in Tennessee so I very excited about the possibility of a white Christmas even though my parents told me numerous times not to count on it.
My grandmother flew in from Texas to spend Christmas with us. Christmas Eve night I got up in the middle of the night and looked out the window to see if it had snowed. After about the fifth time getting up, my grandmother told me to get back in bed and forget about the snow.
Christmas morning we woke up to nine inches of snow. It was AWESOME!!!!! Santa had come and left presents under the tree, but we didn't care. My brother, sister and I spent the entire day outside sledding, having snowball fights and making snow angels.
When we sat down for dinner there were still unopened presents under the tree. The snow was the best Christmas present ever!!!
I'm hoping for a white Christmas this year! :)
What about you? What are your favorite Christmas memories?