The anticipation of snow falling on our secret destination spot to play in the snow.
The smell of freshly cut pine in the house.
The kids asking me to sing to them the one about the "claws" ;o)
The one and only year my mom, dad and I made a popcorn wreath to go onto the tree. We did this only one year for two reasons, too dang hard to string and we are popcorn junkies and ate most of the string before it made it to the tree.
My first tree as an "adult" in my own home. Although it pails in comparison with my first tree with my husband and eldest daughter.
More to come.