It usually starts when I hear music. Christmas music of course. The songs play with sounds of bells in the background, and they begin to stir feelings of excitement. Everything within me jumps for joy and dances around uncontrollably. There's a warmth that stretches to my toes and makes me downright giddy: Like a small child. I suddenly imagine myself in the middle of a busy city park with fat snowflakes falling around me. It's dark enough to see the lights stretch around me in one large fantastic design. Covered from head to foot in thick, comfy clothing, I stand dramatically in center of the park with eyes glazed over in wonder. While attempting to keep my eyes on the snow and lights simultaneously, I'm also watching the people I love most in the world have the time of their lives. Some are playing with snowballs, others are skating and laughing good naturedly when one of them slips on the ice. …show more content…
Each tree is dressed generously in silver and gold like the Burl Ives song from Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer commands because I solemnly and sincerely agree and trust an animated snowman with the voice of an angel. They also each have ornaments chosen carefully and lovingly each year of my life- representing to me not material things- but hours of time spent with my family. All of this comes to an end at home, next to our personal tree, as we each anticipate dad's reading of The Night Before Christmas. No matter how old I grow, I fully expect to dream of dancing sugar plums that Christmas Eve. Christmas Day, of course, begins by the lighting of Christmas candles and the reading of the birth of