My favorite Christmas memory was the year I turned 10. We opened our gifts two nights before we left town to visit my grandparents (we were too old to believe in the "he's comin' down the chimney" thing). While I didn't voice it, I was a little disappointed that I only received two presents.

The next morning the telephone rang and my Mom gave someone directions to our house and when I said "who was that?" gave some vague answer.

Imagine my surprise and happiness when a little later a truck pulled up in front of our house and some guys unloaded a brand new piano! I was probably the happiest little girl around. I started taking piano lessons and continued for five years.

I don't think I've ever had such a surprise or happier holiday.