My favorite memories of Christmas were going to my Grandma's every Christmas Eve. All of my aunts, uncles and cousins were always there. There were soooooo many people there. My Grandmother built a smaller house, and the family continued to grow, until there were 3 generations of people crowding into her little house. After getting to go for 35 years, she decided to just have her children come on Christmas Eve. I was so sad the first year I didn't get to go. She is almost 90 now, and this year she says she isn't doing it at all. My brother, my Dad, and my Grandpa have gone on to be with the Lord. Christmas will never be the same again without them, and being at Grandma's.