Remember lying awake, wondering if Santa would really come? Going to grandma's house for cookies? Trying to picture what the Christmas tree would look like all lit up when the big day finally came?
Wasn't half the fun of Christmas the buildup? Each day through Dec. 25, we'll pass on some tips or thoughts about the holidays . . . and today's, written by Sun reporter Randi Henderson's 12-year-old daughter, is written especially for those who really love the Christmas countdown.
I remember a Christmas when I was 5, seven years ago. The air was dancing as we filled the trunk of the car with presents for the ride to Grandma's house. Everyone was eager to shred off the cheery Christmas wrapping paper and find out what they had received.
My brother and I picked on each other the whole way, hitting the other's arms until they were sore. It wasn't because we were being mean, just to help the time pass.
My grandmother got her "famous" cookies from the counter. They were my favorite kind, the kind I look forward to every year. They were beautiful, too. They were round and had no middle, like a doughnut without any topping. They had groups of three red-hots with green sugar around them, designed to look like holly wreaths, I guess. But really, it didn't matter, because they were so delicious that you hardly had time to look at them before you had to eat them.
"Oh my, when did it get so dark?" said my grandmother, laughing. She asked me to go around the house to all of the windows and turn on the decorative Christmas candles. I did so gladly. It was so fun to turn the delicate light bulbs until they glowed red.
It was getting late . . . 10 o'clock?! Time for bed, to lie awake, see the shadow of the moon pass over and listen for sleigh bells and reindeer feet on the roof. And wait for the morning to come.