
1. The Christmas candles pictured above. I remember collecting more each year while I was in elementary school. I would arrange them under the tree with little houses my mother had to make a village scene on sparkly tissue paper. Since I was an only child and there was no extended family living nearby as we lived on military bases, we did not have many packages under the tree.
2.The stocking I always hung up was made of red net like the one below.

3. I excitedly anticipated Christmas when I was 9 years old, but it seemed ruined for me because I began to vomit before we opened gifts. I still remember feeling so ill that I did not care about Christmas at all, not even about presents.
4. I would write a letter to Santa Claus each year to tell him what I wanted and leave the letter on a windowsill outside, because the north wind would take it up to him. When I looked later, it was always gone!

5. When I was in second grade I learned about the reality of Santa Claus. I searched my parents' closet and found the high-heeled bride doll I'd asked Santa for. She was beautiful! I did not let on that I didn't believe in Santa Claus for awhile--at least, not until the new year.

5. When I was in second grade I learned about the reality of Santa Claus. I searched my parents' closet and found the high-heeled bride doll I'd asked Santa for. She was beautiful! I did not let on that I didn't believe in Santa Claus for awhile--at least, not until the new year.

Growing up, Christmas for me was mainly a secular holiday with emphasis on Santa Claus, gifts, and family. My parents did not go to church and did not discuss faith at all.