Christmas 1984. Holidays of my youth were filled with tidings and good cheer.

And Andes mints and cordial cherries (even though I hated them, I still loved the holiday spirit they represented).

And Swiss Miss hot chocolate with the mini marshmallows, even though a packet never yielded enough marshmallows, and I would always add a handful of additional full sized marshmallows for extra melted sugary foam topping.

And debating with my father how Santa was going to deliver all of his present to millions of kids around the world in just 8 short hours.

And racing home every day from school so I could plug in the Christmas lights on the tree and watch whatever holiday special was on television that given night.

And Cabbage Patch Kids and My Little Ponies and tea sets and typewriters and Michael Jackson everything and holiday onesies.

I miss these innocent holiday times.

I miss my mom.

I told her enough on text today.

She responded: “I miss you every day. Now you get to do those things with your little girl.”

Get ready Q. You’re about to relive Christmas in the 80s.

You will watch “A Charlie Brown Christmas” every day  until December 25. And listen to the Vince Guaraldi Trio soundtrack.

You will wear ugly Christmas onesies every day. Ones that match with mommy.

You will watch as I bake batches of almond crescents, shortbread, chocolate chip, snickerdoodles and gingerbread cookies for the entire neighborhood.

That Grinch stuffed animal in your teepee? I acquired that from Macy’s when I was 14. You will sleep with it every night.

Oh, and under the tree for you are two full sized Strawberry Shortcakes and a 25th anniversary edition Cabbage Patch Kid, still in the box, never opened.  You will open both of these on Christmas morning.

And you will remember this Christmas for years to come.

As will I.

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