I had a good childhood, and have many happy memories, but I don't get nostalgic about it. Except for Christmas. There are so many details that are so embedded in my memory, and they all make me smile. I know I can't feel like I did when I was 6 now that I am 46, but I do what I can to try. Now, with the kids, I feel like the build-up is greater than the day. Starting with getting the tree, decorating the house, buying the presents... it's all joyous and fun. But when the day comes, I know they love it, but I feel like... a 46 year old.