When I was young, along with all of my cousins, my Grandmother every year would sing Christmas Carols around her piano and then go throughout the neighborhood caroling. Afterward, she would pile us all in her car and go to what seemed a long way in the country to a live manger scene. As I remember, there was always a beautiful snow and the scene was magical, bring to life, the true meaning of Christmas. A greek man who immigrated to this country, whose name was "Liberty Pete" would put this together every year. What a wonderful memory to share with all of our family - especially as we grow old together.
From Sherry: For me that would be the year I got my first and only bicycle. I was about 8 or 9 years old and had learned to ride my cousins bike during the summer. On that Christmas morning we weren't allowed to go into the kitchen. We would all go in after we opened our presents and have breakfast together. After the presents were all opened our parents said my sister and I could go in the kitchen first. There stood a 20" and and 26" Huffy bike. I was so surprised and happy that I stood there and cried.