Christmas is a celebration of the birth of our Savior. I remember being shy and scared to death of getting up in front of people at church to recite my piece. On one occasion I stood behind a big plant and never heard the last of it from my older sister. The week before Christmas day was as exciting as the actual day. The special treat of divinity fudge and other goodies that Mum made just for Christmas. Going into the woods and picking out the Christmas tree. And the fun of decorating it. Me and Jean were the two youngest and the most excited on Christmas morning to open our gifts. If we weren't up before 5 a.m. dad would ring a cow bell at the foot of the stairs to get us up. He enjoyed watching us open our gifts as Mum did all the shopping and wouldn't tell Dad what she bought as he couldn't keep a secret. One time he was rattling off stuff we were going to get (just teasing) and Mum telling us not to listen to "that old fool". lol We always had dinner guests on Christmas and friends and family stopping by through out the day. When I got married and had the boys I continued the tradition I grew up with. Special goodies, with friends and family coming for meals or just to visit.