[Amanda Morrison]

I think my best memories come from Christmases when my brother and I were very little. A couple days before Christmas, we'd pull everything out to decorate: bags of misshapen, homemade ornaments from Girl Scouts days, Andy's preschool wonders, our ages-old barren tree, etc. (No fancy ornaments for this family... unless they were made with popsicle sticks and glitter.) We had an old record player with a tape deck, and we'd always play this homemade tape of Beach Boys and Barbara Streisand Christmas music, and run around the house like little maniacs.

One Christmas in particular, though, Andy got a tricycle. Too little to pedal it yet, he climbed aboard and promptly fell off with a giggle. That same Christmas, when asked about another newly opened present, he replied happily, 'Gocks!' (Socks.)