I always have.
From the time I was a little girl growing up in Cambridge, MD
Christmas with my folks was always important to me.
I missed only one Christmas with the two of them - 1968, the year I moved to Atlanta the day after Thanksgiving.
It was awful. And I made sure it never happened again.
My dad is no longer with us, but Donald stepped into some big shoes and he's our Santa now.
The Christmas silliness continues.
With me, my mom, my Donald and a dog named Harley.
And we're sharing a few Christmas images with you all to wish you the Happiest of Holidays!
And now I need to go get busy baking and putting together a few casseroles and paint my nails. All in anticipation of Santa stopping by this evening.
I wish each of you the Happiest of Hoidays!