My 3 little brothers and I stood at the top of the steps, shivering with excitement. When we woke our parents in the middle of the night, Daddy agreed to go downstairs and see if Santa had come yet. We had lived in the old red two- story house overlooking the Kanawha River since November 1952. I don't remember a Christmas without the sounds of "Sleigh Ride" giving the signal that Santa indeed had come and it was time to race to the tree. We had a turntable record player, and as soon as we heard the needle hit the record, the race was on. We later had a cassette tape, and now, in 2011, we can play the music on You tube or Sara's mp3 player. I am not sure about the rest of the Lewis houses, but at the Lewis/Spencer household, Dad still gets up early and puts the music on so we know it is time to open gifts. I see how it parallels the first Christmas, when the people were waiting and watching with excitement for the gift of the Messiah. Just like the shepherds heard the angels singing and ran to the manger, we ran to the Christmas tree. There we found wonderful gifts -- but the greatest gift is the one from God that the shepherds and Wise men found-- a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.
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These remembrances are meant to be a reminder of "The most wonderful time of the year." Please feel free to add your version if you were there!