Nope, not this one.
Or this one.
The very first Christmas she realized anything out of the ordinary was happening around her.
The first Christmas with the words "presents" and "Santa Claus". The first Christmas with spoken words at all really.
The first Christmas she could walk.
The first Christmas she helped pass out presents (she can read names, you know) and the first Christmas she opened her own (mostly) and helped others open theirs.
The first Christmas she noticed that there was a spread of new play things in the living room.
The first Christmas she could stand up.
The first Christmas she woke up with the family. Last year we were afraid that waking her would trigger an episode. This year we know that nothing is going to trigger it unless it was going to happen in any case. Even at 5 am. (BubTar was up at 3 am, but my dad talked him in to resting a bit longer)
The first Christmas she said "Fank you." after opening each gift.
The first Christmas my sleepyhead was awakened with only the whisper of, "Do you want to open those presents now, KayTar?" From way back in her mostly sleeping brain she answered "Yes." and began to wiggle into consciousness. We had to turn every light out for a while, because it was just too bright for her, but eventually she adjusted.
The first Christmas she was excited about having company and about going to visit others.
The first Christmas we heard her sing Christmas songs.
It was our first Christmas that we enjoyed entirely as a family, and were able to see the joy of it all reflected in both our children's eyes. It was glorious.