![]() ![]() As kids, we looked forward to it each year. ![]() ![]() Visiting the house wasn’t just a quick, “been there, done that,” item to mark off our holiday to-do list. The house became the embodiment of Christmas spirit. Nearly every inch of the front yard was decorated with moving and singing elves, reindeer, penguin, and dozens of other Christmas creatures. It glowed with thousands upon thousands of lights. ![]() During the holiday season, though, the house transformed from ordinary to extraordinary. The house was in a neighborhood much like many others in Simi Valley, and during any other time of the year you might drive past the house without giving it a second glance. One of these traditions was our annual visit to the “Christmas House.” The Simi Valley “Christmas House” We were starting a new family together, building new relationships that would be long-lasting and wonderful, and along with this came new family traditions. December weather in Southern California rarely fell below freezing temperatures, but there was still a crisp nip in the air as we piled into my dad’s car to make our yearly pilgrimage to the “Christmas House.” The tradition began when I was around eleven or twelve, around the time my dad and stepmom bought their house in Simi Valley, California. ![]()
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