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My most memorable Christmas was when I was about 8 years old. My family and I were at my great aunt’s house for the traditional Christmas celebration. The night was cold and it was snowing pretty hard. The living room was filled with 3 generations of family and I remember staring out the front window looking for Santa. The room was dimly lit and my uncle would start the whole family off in singing Christmas carols.
I’m now 45 years old with 2 daughters of my own and we still celebrate Christmas the same way with the same traditions. The only difference now is I’m no longer the younger generation. There isn’t much difference between that Christmas when I was 8 and how I celebrate now. But for some unknown reason I will always remember that Christmas as being the most special. I think it has to do with people who were there that are no longer in my life. Rick Mahal from Lombard, Illinois.