a bright white santa barbara christmas

When I think back to the Christmas of my youth, I marvel at how my parents pulled off a miracle every Christmas Eve.  When my sisters and I awoke at a ridiculously early hour on Christmas morning, we would run into my parents room and wake them up so that we could not only open presents, but see the tree for the first time.  My dad would go in first and set up the movie camera and the bright light that went with it.  Seeing that huge tree that Santa brought the night before Christmas was sheer magic to us girls… Continue reading