Sometime in the 80’s… when the first Batman movie came out… and I was in elementary school… for some reason, I wanted nothing more than the yellow Batman earrings I asked Santa for… they were dangly earrings, with a bat wing shape drop that were yellow and black… and I thought they were the coolest things… EVER! Christmas Eve, I remember laying on my top bunk with my late sister Myra — telling her all about the earrings I asked Santa for… she laughed and teased me… She told me I wasn’t getting them AND that there was no Santa… Why? Because that’s what older sisters do… you know… taunt younger sisters… Well, I cried a little (because I cried over everything)… and no I didn’t get the earrings… but I played along with Mom and Dad about the whole Santa bit, because well… I still wanted to believe… thinking back, maybe my sister was just saving me from a bigger disappoint… so maybe she wasn’t being so mean =)

This story didn’t really have a moral… I just wanted to share one of my Christmas stories with you…because that’s what Christmas does to you… it makes you a bit nostalgic… and you catch yourself smiling back at the younger years… at the  good ‘ol sisterly love… the days of sharing a room and a bunk bed… what Christmas meant to you then… and what it’s evolved into… from earrings and wishful wants… to simply about being together… having family that loves you… and having a family to love…

Also, I get to show you the batman earrings that I never did get… these aren’t exactly the ones I wanted, but came pretty close to what I remember… do you have a Christmas story to share? Leave it in the comment section… I would love to read about it! Happy Thursday!