My favorite memory is when my mother married my da ( step - da , but he's my da)when I was five and we went up to his parents, my new grannie and pop's for Christmas. It was like walking into a child fantasy of Christmas. They had a beautiful tree all decorated next to the fire place and all the presents under made my eyes go big. They loved us as soon as they saw us, and grannie let me help her bake. There were pies and cakes and bowls of Christmas candy. And lots of new family to meet.