Remembering Christmas

I don't remember much about my childhood. Byron and I have a theory that my emotional calmness didn't make room for a traumatically happy or sad event to be wired into my brain. That makes moments like these amazing for me...I remember something..the Beach Boys at Christmas. That's why when you opened my blog the song started to play. I remember! I also remember being at Grandma Vernie's house and listening to Christmas music on the record player while we were going to bed. I wonder if that record is still around. I remember the smell of her house and what her bathroom looked like. I remember Meme's yummy chocolate chip cookies, and big pretzels, and driving to the National Enquirer Christmas lights and my dad, my wonderful dad!