My best Christmas memory was back when I was in fifth grade. Every year we always go to my dads family on Christmas Eve and eat Christmas dinner and have presents. We go to my Grandmas for the day then go up to my aunt and uncles that's just up the rode and have some sherbert drink, which is really good. About the time we leave Grayson Kentucky to head back to Huntington, I got a call from "Santa" asking if I was excited and I needed to hurry up and get home and get to bed before he got their or I wouldn't get anything for Christmas. I thought it was really cool because how many other kids can say "Santa called me"?