Good Morning and Welcome to the final Wednesday post for 2020!
If you're like me, you are so glad to see this year end and you're hoping/praying for a better 2021. As promised, we will continue spotlighting Christmas stories through Jan 2nd and today is no exception.
Darcy Flynn has visited before so please welcome her back with some Christmas memories and The Prince's Fake Fiancee' ...
Pamela, thank you so much for having me on your blog today to share one of my favorite Christmas memories.
Growing up, Christmas for me and my family was always on Christmas Eve. Each year, my father would take my older brothers and I out to see the lights—the old fashion, multi-colored ones, and the anticipation of what was to come was simply magical. An hour later we’d arrive home to find that Santa had come and gone! And there, under the tree were all of our toys.
For years, I wondered how in the world Santa could possibly know we’d be out looking at the lights at the very moment he’d arrive. LOL! Then, on Christmas morning we’d leave around 4 am to drive from New Orleans to Albany, Georgia. After sleeping for most of the drive, I’d wake up a few hours before we arrived at my grandparent’s house. I adored my grandmother and with my cousins a short block away, I couldn’t think of any other place else I’d rather be on Christmas Day! I’ll always treasure those magic years!