As it comes upon the holidays, I thoughtfully look back on ones I have celebrated before. Especially with fondness, I remember the first one I had with my sister Penelope. It was the first time I had celebrated with a sister, and I did not know it at the time. But also with my whole family which is very nice.

It was Christmas 1855. My sister was a very small baby and my young brother Timothy was just getting to be that age where one could actually play with him. I had high hopes that my mother would invite my friends over, but she had just wanted family Christmas. Maybe she did not want to be alone with my sister, baby, for so long? I have yet to meet a baby that has an enjoyable disposition, or who seems anything less than mortified by the lights at the Christmas. It always seemed like Penelope would need to be protected by my brother and I, I admit that at the time I rather have play outside.

Presents were wrapped under the Christmas tree. My mother, she is one who loves muggle traditions at Christmas. She has many decorations on the tree, they are nice, instead my brother and I, we want to open presents. We did not have a lot. But we did not pay for school so we had more money than when we were. I do despise the way my mother would work much because she wished to pay. The times my sister would be alone.

But Christmas was happy. My brother got training broom. Used, but it was paint red. He liked it. I was given a toy train. It was supposed to move by itself but enchantment had worn off long time. It was a very very happy time. Later I would play with my friends. I have not spoken to them for a long time. Maybe I will send something for Christmas.