Christmases Past
I come from a large Italian family, and we knew how to celebrate Christmas! We would gather at my grandmother's— the entire clan of aunts, uncles, and cousins of all ages.
I remember one particular Christmas Eve when I was about 6 or 7 years old. My cousin Stanley and I were patiently waiting for Santa's arrival. No, Grandma didn't have a fireplace for Santa to come down, but her house had an upstairs and an ample staircase. We were sure that was good enough. We just knew that Santa would come down the stairs-eventually- and we knew we would be able to open presents. We could hardly contain our excitement.
Then, the moment came! We heard stomping coming from upstairs and the sound of jingle bells. We knew it had to be Santa's sleigh and reindeer.