My favorite time of year growing up was Christmas. Everything about the season just filled me with joy. And believe it or not, presents are the main reason why.
My family was big into the Christmas spirit. We always decorated our home several weeks prior to the big day. We would spend most of one weekend putting lights and ornaments inside and outside. My father would always get a massive fruit basket (literally at least 4 feet high) from one of his clients that we would ‘dissect’ together…pretending it was a patient that needed surgery.
My parents would host a massive Christmas party, inviting well over 100 people to our home. Every floor was decorated and prepped for people, drinks, music, and of course some amazing dishes. My mom did ALL of the cooking, and started prepping for the party two months ahead of time.
One of the highlights in every Christmas season for me was going to Nanny’s house (my father’s mother – Jenny). On Christmas Eve she would host a party and though it was quite boring when I look back at it, it was like the “pre-party” to Christmas morning. The house always smelled great. We ate a lot. We got a few gifts from our Aunts and Uncles. We sometimes sang songs or played the piano.