The Shenanigans of Sherry

December 22nd.  Just three days left until Christmas and here I sit, drinking coffee with caramel macchiato creamer, thinking.  Reflecting really.  About the Christmas' past.  There is this warm fuzzy feeling that comes over me every year as this day approaches.  How come?  What is it that makes Christmas feel like a warm blanket wrapped around me on a cold rainy day? I remember Christmas as a little girl, in footie pajamas, my sleepy eyes filled with wonder.  The pile of gifts under a sad artificial tree of the 70's, with gobs of tinsel and those huge colored lights.  The doll that drinks and wets. The Easy Bake oven that made the horrible desserts I made my dad choke down. The Barbie phone that really rang!  Fun stuff.  I remember a Christmas that I had scarlet fever, it was horrible.  I had to wear sunglasses in the house because any source light caused searing pain.  But, even still, it was sort of fun to live out what se...