My favorite Christmas memory...

would have to be the year of the pink banana seat Schwinn bicycle. I was, that particular year, questioning the existence of Santa. I really wanted a bike. My Dad took me to a really nice bicycle shop, on Christmas Eve, to look at bikes. I figured there was NO way that I was getting the one that I wanted, since it was late on Christmas Eve and I was pretty sure that Santa wasn't real. To my surprise, it was there Christmas morning, with a huge red bow on it, from Santa. I was pretty sure that he did exist, at least for another year!!!