My favorite Christmas memory was when I was younger and my mom would open up all the windows to let the crisp air in while she cleaned the house. I can still smell her cleaning agents and vanilla candles. At night my brother, sister and I were allowed to open one gift. It was always an educational one but it was the excitement of ripping open a gift that made it worth it. On Christmas our presents were sorted with our names in sharpie. Even the dog had gifts.
I miss those days