I see you're up too! But geeziz kat, I can't take too much more nostalgia!

There is no one Christmas Eve that stands out, except perhaps the one where we drove back to our new home in Columbus from Uhrichsville through a tremendous snowstorm, but I was 12 then and the Santa wasn't my priority anymore.

The greatest Eves were those days when before I found out that Santa was the spirit and not the jolly fellow who brought me presents. There is NO feeling that I have ever had that matches the anticipation experienced on those nights. Absolutely unique. Indeed, its indescribable.

Michael is at that age now and this may be his last year. One of those pieces of childhood innocense that once gone, can never be recaptured.

Spaw