My Christmas was the classic, Italian, low key holiday, We had a wonderful dinner completely accessible to me at my aunt's house. Gnocchi, Italian wedding soup, stuffed artichokes, breaded chicken, ravoli, scalloped potatoes and of course, more cookies than you would ever know what to do with filled my aunt's kitchen. (She is a fantastic cook and baker!)
I gave several gifts that I was excited to give like an customized stethoscope for my brother and a published article all about him, a cross necklace for my aunt, and a mug, t-shirt, movie, and toilet soccer set for my dad. I received everything Olaf, several pairs of fuzzy socks, and several EMS/ski patrol gadgets that will make my work in the field much easier.
I appreciate all the gifts I received and the practical and sentimental value behind them. But, what all I really wanted for Christmas was flat feet, so I could walk around and regain my independence.
So, no, I didn't get what I wanted for Christmas, but what I did get was even more important. Priceless, irreplaceable memories. It's not all about the gifts, wrapping paper, and bows, but rather, all of the one in a million memories made this holiday season like marathoning the Hunger Games Trilogy with my cousin or all the time I got to spend catching up with my friends from high school.