My Christmas Home will always be my grandparents basement. Every year on Christmas Eve our entire family - aunts, uncles, cousins, and family friends - would gather in the basement of my grandparents home. My gram and Uncle D would start cooking around noon and the rest of us would travel up and down the creeky stairs, ducking at the low overhang just before the bottom step toting plates, bowls, serving utensils, and FOOD down to the serving table one by one by one...
Everyone arrived. Hugs and Kisses... and presents!!!!!!!!!!!!
We'd finally eat all together around a HUGE table with Pap on one end and Gram on the other... then we'd open the mountain of gifts. After the exchange, we'd eat again usually pie or cookies, etc. Finally we'd all pack up, drop the gifts home, and then head as a clan to Midnight Mass at St. James Catholic Church. The sky was always that incredible midnight Christmas blue with stars twinkling... and of course, SNOW!
After church, we would walk or go around to visit family friends until nearly 6 am... It was a beautiful, wonderful, magical tradition that I now cherish in my memories.
Where's Your Place?
I'd love to hear your favorite memory place.
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