[icelandelf]

My happiest Christmas memories are from childhood. My dad would give piggyback rides to my brother and I to our beds and then thump on the ceiling (we never saw him do it) and say, "Well, I think I hear reindeer on the roof!" We couldn't get under the blankets fast enough.

The next morning, Christmas was a sea of tinsel and bubble lights, gifts of all sizes, and my parents snapping tons of pictures of us with the cameras that used to have the flash cubes. I still don't know how my brother and I managed to open our gifts and not pitch headfirst into the tree from all the spots that danced in front of our eyes with those bulbs!