Christmas is an important time of year in my family. We do a lot of things together. I like Christmas because it is the only time when our entire family gets together.

My grandmother lives alone and it is at her house where most of our Christmas is celebrated. I usually go to my grandmothers place early during Christmas to help her put up the Christmas Tree and to decorate her house. We will then sit around wrapping gifts for other family members.

Christmas Eve is, perhaps, more important than Christmas Day itself. On this day my mother and I will visit my son at his mothers place. We will bring along a car load of gifts for him and, because we cannot be there on Christmas Day, we get him to open them. This is a very happy time. After visiting with my son it is back to my grandmother's place again. We will sit around remembering and talking about the past. After a very delicious dinner, Nan will allow us to open only one gift each. This is always a lot of fun. Christmas Eve will end with the entire family attending a midnight Mass.

On Christmas morning it is just my mother and I. The two of us will open our remaining gifts and have breakfast. We will also share dinner and together spend the remainder of Christmas Day visiting relatives.

For my family the Christmas season will end with the celebration of the New Year at my aunt's house. Again, we will all get together and share a hardy meal of Lasagne.

I really enjoy Christmas. For me, the getting together with the people I love is the best part. My son, my grandmother and my mother make Christmas very special and I hope to celebrate Christmas this way for a long time.

Written by: Chris.

All Christmases bring back nice and funny memories to me and to my family. There was one Christmas that still makes me laugh.

It was the eve of Christmas. I was only about six or seven and, like every other Christmas Eve, all of my relatives and I were enjoying a Candle Service and singing Christmas carols in church.

We were seated in our usual place. up in the balcony. I was holding a candle for the purpose of lighting those candles held by other church members. This candle wasnt like the others. It was long and skinny.

During the service everyone was asked to stand and sing along to the Christmas carols. I was standing in the balcony with my candle, leaning out over the rail. Then, all of a sudden, wax started dripping from my candle. I looked down over the balcony and saw a man rubbing the top of his head.

Luckily, for me, my family didn't notice what had happened and I didn't tell anyone either.

Written by: Mark.