This is what I think of when I think of "Christmas"

I won't ever be able to shake the Christmases of my youth (not that I would ever want to). Whenever I hear the word "Christmas," somehow I'm trasnported back to my childhood to this very room --



My Star Wars "Death Star" must be under there somewhere.



This is an earlier Christmas. I loved that fire truck. I think Granny gave it to me for my birthday. The hose really shot water. My desk was another birthday or Christmas gift. I remember spending hours in that thing. Since Kevin and Barb are 12 and 10 years old than me, respectively, I always envied that they got to go to school, while I got stuck at home. So Mom and Dad (or Granny) bought me this desk to at least make me feel a little better. It worked too! I spent hours drawing in that sucker.