This is it, the grand-daddy of them all. Christmas is the one that all other holidays look up to with envy. The smell of baking bread fills the air. Wrapping paper and Christmas lights color the living room. The metalic clang of oven racks colliding and the sound of Cheryl groaning in frustration spreads good cheer to all that can hear.
These are the memories that will sustain me through the rest of the year.