Christmas for us started at my grandfather’s house on Christmas Eve. My sister and I would open so many presents that we thought there was no way we could possibly get any more on Christmas morning. We would be so excited to get up early. Once we were awake, we would yell down the stairs to my parents to see if Santa had come to our house. “Did he come? Did he come?”. My parents affirmed to us that had come and that he left lots of presents.
We weren’t allowed to come down the stairs though until the room was “prepared”. This involved my mom spreading out the presents under the tree so it looked like a sea of presents. It really was breathtaking to a little kid. My dad would also start playing his tape player of Christmas songs he had recorded off the radio with classics from Elvis and Bing Crosby.
When I hear those songs today, I still think of those Christmas mornings. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we were allowed to come downstairs. My sister, Deana, and I would run down the stairs into hours of opening presents and a lifetime of memories. I don’t really remember the presents, but I’ll never forget those mornings with my family.
The picture is Christmas morning 1979.







I looked outside, and I saw…not Santa on his sled, but someone else on his snowmobile sled along with others cruising thru my yard and waiving at me! Who were these people??? I had no idea! So I went outside only to discover I got ambushed by the Northway Snowmobile Squad!!
Jim, Stan, Vinny, Vince and Debbie! Thanks guys for making this one of the best Saturdays I have had in a long time! You guys are awesome! Thanks for letting me and my fam take your sleds for a spin! Now I know want I want for Christmas!