I can't believe it's been a whole blog hopping week! I think my regular peeps know I'm a bit
grinchy so all this Christmas talk is way out of line for me! Between the remembering and
Elizabeth's Big Christmas Decorating Plans (yes, its a plan that requires a fully capitalized name) I'm really in a Christmas Frenzy.

But fortunately, I do actually remember my first Christmas on my own. Well, make that the first year I had a tree. While I never lived at home more than a couple of months after I left for college in (gasp) 1972, I always lived close to my parents and never had my own tree. But in 1982 my parents were living farther away, both my sister and brother were newly married and living closer to me, so I ended up having family Christmas at my house.
My tree was a spindly Douglas Fir from Payless. I remember trying to jam it in the back of my car after work one night. I had absolutely no Christmas decorations, save the box of weird little terra cotta things.. don't even know what they are, but I still have some, and a couple of cheap boxes of ordinary shiny ornaments. Maybe 1 string of lights. And no tree stand, just that little wood "X" stand thing they came nailed on back in the day.
My parents came to stay with me, I slept in my guest room and I had just started seeing Bret so he stayed on the couch. We had a wonderful Christmas Eve family dinner and then Christmas morning my parents headed back home, Bret left and there I was all alone. Kind of sad. But, as luck would have it Bret called, his family had invited me to come for their Christmas. Happy Ending. Or rather beginning, since Bret and I were married in 1985!
So that's my first Christmas story peeps! Today is
Terri's day, so hop and over and hear her story!