Let’s rewind a few weeks, shall we? For many, Christmas brings forth images of multicolored Christmas lights adorning the gutters of snow-covered suburban homes. For others, visions of sugarplums or candied yams or whatever those weird holiday foods are shall appear. For me, though, the thought of Christmas brings forth the memories of waking up at ungodly early hours and crawling into my dad’s old Ford for the jaunt along I-80 from Cleveland to Milwaukee.
So, How Was Your Christmas?
So, How Was Your Christmas?
So, How Was Your Christmas?
Let’s rewind a few weeks, shall we? For many, Christmas brings forth images of multicolored Christmas lights adorning the gutters of snow-covered suburban homes. For others, visions of sugarplums or candied yams or whatever those weird holiday foods are shall appear. For me, though, the thought of Christmas brings forth the memories of waking up at ungodly early hours and crawling into my dad’s old Ford for the jaunt along I-80 from Cleveland to Milwaukee.