As we enter the season of holidays and celebrations, my heart tingles with the anticipation of being close to my family again. My favorite childhood memories from this time of year fill my head as I try to recall the details; although I find they are gradually escaping me. When Christmas came around, I don't think the attention was ever on Santa but on family, togetherness and Christian faith. We never made a Christmas list, that concept was void when I was growing up. Instead we made a giving list. My mother gave each of us a set amount of money and told us to make a list of all the people in our family.. she would take us to town to shop.. there we would browse items and fix our budget to make sure we got something for each person on our list. We visited all extended families from Christmas into the New Year. The great aunts and uncles, the ones that squeezed my cheeks and got my name confused with my siblings', and showered me with compliments of how I had grown from the year before.I would have to put up with the 'old' relatives but stuck with it because I knew they would have a treat for me. I remember getting bags filled with candy and perfume samples... I was rich! My grandfather would give us one of these Chinese food cartons filled with mint coins.