Christmas was a magical time in my childhood house growing up, before adolescence. The magical Christmas I'm thinking of when we were all together was in 1980.
I had yet to lay my hands on an Atari 2600, but I had spent the year poring over the BEST Catalog selection of battery-operated electronic games. Galaxy II was the ultimate prize, an lcd display of bright blue stars, colorful spaceships, lasers and clunky explosions.
I knew that gift was under the tree despite the steep $40 price tag.
The night before Christmas I could not sleep at all. Knowing the Christmas tree in the living room was brightly lit and flowing with gifts. I crept down the hall in the darkness, to the living room ...