My memories at my first house in Bennion are nothing but good. The first Christmas I can remember was a magical one. My mom made everything magical. Aaron, Aubrey and I all had a sleepover in the basement on the floor in our sleeping bags. I remember Aaron waking us up, so early the sky was still black and bright stars speckled the sky. I was too young to grasp the concept of time, so I thought it was very late at night. We crept upstairs, and I can still see the image of the Christmas tree, it's lights casting magical shapes across the gifts awaiting us. I saw her and immediately knew Santa had brought her for me. A baby cabbage patch doll, smiling at me from a tiny stroller. She smelled heavenly and her name was Holly. I spent many hours in my room, rocking her to sleep. I would turn on a "Disney Presents: Your Favorite Fairytales" cassette tape and sing the opening/closing song over and over to her. Sing. Stop. Rewind. Sing again. And that was my first Christmas.
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