To this day I love Christmas. I love decorating, celebrating, and family. Growing up, Christmas in Los Alamos was wonderful. Dad would take us up to the mountains in an uncovered jeep to go and cut down our tree. We would bring it home and decorate it with a variety of ornaments. The most valuable ornaments were hand-blown glass that were the size of a grapefruit. I don’t think many survived over the years because they were so fragile, but I remember them as being so beautiful.
Christmas morning we would wake up to a tree that was overflowing with gifts. We couldn’t open them until Mom and Dad woke up, but we could open up our stockings. Some of my best memories are of Christmas in LA. Being a parent now, I can appreciate all that goes into Christmas and I am grateful for how they were made special.
I think my Dad’s desire to make Christmas something wonderful is something that he got from his parents. In all the letters that were sent near Christmas time, Grandma Bernard was always asking for their Christmas Lists.
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