I remember two moments, though I don't remember when they were:
- I remember what had to be one of my first Christmases in Germany (that I can recall, obviously.) It was a big deal over there, that we not see the room we would celebrate in. It was closed off, on the second floor. I remember we had to dress up (for most things, which I still kind of appreciate) for it, and when we were let into the room, there was a tree, loads of presents, a cd playing, and instead of stockings, we had plates full of chocolates, candies, and goodies for both of us. I dont remember what we got that year, or what we did; I just remember it as a happy, warm Christmas with my family.
- My youngest brother--despite growing up in Kentucky--was a Green Bay Packers fan. One year, when he was still in grade school, my dad bought him a jacket, scarf and hat--all in that ugly green and cheddar-yellow. When he unwrapped this ginormous box--who knows what he thought was in there--he saw (instead of what he thought) a box for a dressmaker's dummy that my mom had purchased not too long before Christmas. The confused look on his face, as he tried to be thankful and appreciative was priceless. The elated look on his face when he opened this box, and instead saw all of the Green Bay merchandise was even better.
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