I'd have to say all the hard work my wonderful parents put into decorating our house to the "max" for Christmas every year. Also, spending many a Christmas at my auntie and uncles house. I remember one year as we were leaving, I was around six at the time, I heard jingle bells, I remember looking up at the moon in hopes of seeing Santa's silhouette. I could never forget the excitement I felt.

Another memory would have to be the innocence in my son's eyes as he walked down the hall dressed as Santa a few years ago, ringing his bells saying "Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas!"

Or in 2008 at the annual Christmas parade, volunteering and handing out candy to kids with the most beautiful woman that I have ever met – a girl that I am now proud to call my girlfriend.