As I am close to entering middle agedness, the thoughts of my childhood are so distant and impossible sometimes.
If I could go back in time to one point of my life and relive it would definitely be a Christmas in the early eighties.
I look back at that time and all I see is a conglomerate of memories of those wonderful Christmases.
I cannot recall a single Christmas as an individual memory, there was always the tree, it was in a different spot each year, there was the waking up in the pre-dawn hours. I know I got from Santa one year "Donkey Kong" for the Atari 2600, another a slot car race set, and yet another a model train set, but what years I don't know.
The thought of reliving one of those years with my mother alive, my father sober, and my parents together would be the biggest Christmas present anyone could get, my eyes fill with tears just thinking of that. The gifts under the tree would be a fun moment but to feel the love of my long lost...