Some families have their own unique way of celebrating those special moments with the ones they love. My most cherished memory as a child was Christmas day with my own family. I couldn't wait for my favorite holiday to arrive when we would gather around the Christmas tree and enjoy each other's company.
             Approaching Aunt Jane's house, our family anticipates the grand holiday about to be rekindled once again. With our family and friends about to be reunited each family member is trying not to notice how long the last mile is taking. The houses along the road seem to crawl by slower as dad pushes harder on the accelerator.
             Finally, we arrive at Aunt Jane's house, our long journey is over. We take a huge breath as we step out onto the crispy snow that crunches beneath our boots. The air is fresh and sends a shiver down my spine. I make my way to the frost-coated door that's illuminated by red and green Christmas lights.
             As I open the door and step into the house, the smell of different Christmas odors surrounds me and makes my mouth water. I hear voices laughing , talking, and inquiring who's at the door. Suddenly my aunt is upon us giving us hugs and inviting us into the house. As my family and I are quickly shuffled in by my aunt I look around.
             I see a plate full of Christmas cookies, Christmas decorations and Christmas music lightly penetrate the air as the family socializes with each other. The constant murmur of voices serves as background for the music. My cousins are running laps around the den while playing tag and laughing throughout the house.
             Then I hear a voice say to me " Come give Granny a big hug." As I come toward her I see an antique smile painted gracefully across her face. I reach out and hug her fragile body. We sit and talk about my wanting to come to her house for a much needed visit.
             The evening continues like this until my aunt announces that supper is ready. Everyone is seated...