| | So, I'm listening to the New Kids On The Block Christmas Album right now (circa 1989/90 or something like that)... and I'm mildly concerned at how much of this thing I remember.
It's funny. As I listen I can remember me ages ago, being a six year old little girl playing in my grandmother's room with my New Kids On The Block barbie dolls as I carried around my fisher price radio/tape player that I used to take with my everywhere. I remember singing at the top of my lungs and prancing around the room.
My poor family. They were so tolerant.
God, I remember my mother in the kitchen and living room with my grandmother. She'd always be baking around the holidays, making all kinds of cookie for her cookie exchanges. She'd make those homemade whoopie pie/oreo cookie things.
I'd sit with my grandmother and mother as we watched Christmas cartoons and taped them. God, I used to watch that stupid glow worms special, the garfield special and that santa bear special over and over again. All year long. My grandmother was the only one other than me who didn't get tired of watching Christmas shows in the dead of summer or spring.
It's funny how something like that can bring back such memories.
It's the first time I felt all warm and fuzzy all day.  I may have to by that album just to the memories it spawns.
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