We had a tradition of looking at lights every Christmas. We hung our stockins and sit and listened to Christmas movies. We also watched Christmas shows on the television. Grandma would fill our stockings with candy, fruit and nuts. Back when I was around 12 years old, I slept on the cot next to Grandpa's bed which had a great view of the Christmas tree in the living room. I was bound a determined to see Santa arrive. Of course I fell asleep and awoke in the morning to a new desk and typwritter. I still have the picture somewhere. But more than anything I remember the smells in the house of Grandma's cooking. She made tons of candy and cookies but the Turkey and ham, dressing and all her infamous traditional dishes could not be beat....to this day.