My fondest memories would be from when I was little. We would go to my grandmothers house. We would sing Christmas caroles all the way there, and when we arrived... the smell of food cooking was so wonderful! We'd have a full meal. Soup, salad, the works! And the pies! My grandmother would make each person's favorite pie to have for dessert! And she'd always had a house full of people for Christmas dinner since she was 1 of 13 kids! Each person had their favorite type of pie
After that Christmas, I started learning to cook at her side. I still make many of her recipes for Christmas (Holiday) dinners.
Funniest memory was being put at the kids table with my husband (in our early 20's) and I didn't like being at the kids table. I was married!So, being the rebelious type that I am, I yelled into the formal dinning room (from the kids table in the kitchen)"At what age do we get to be at the big people's table?" My cousin's were at the table, also adults. 9 of us all together. They started complaining. We all wanted to be in the other room, WITH THE ADULTS! After a few minutes of whining, someone yelled back from the dinning room, "Theres no room in here, someone has to die to make room, and no one here is ready for that!" We never asked again.
My most recent favorite Christmas memory though is putting the tree up this year. Cinders was so into it. Looking at it, trying to get the low ornaments, sniffing the unlit light string on the floor, and jumping when I plugged the string in and the lights lit up under her paws! After the boxes holding the decorations were put away and I could enjoy looking at the tree, I saw something laying on the tree skirt... It was Cinders favorite toy! It was like she knew something nice belonged there.