It’s that time of year, when people are filled with love and good cheer. Why can’t we be that way the whole year round, instead of always wearing a frown?” This is the start of a Christmas poem I wrote when I was 13, and for some reason, I still remember every word.
Making memories during Christmas and Hanukkah is as traditional as eggnog and turkey and stuffing. Many of us still recall the excitement of seeing our first two-wheeler (mine was a purple Schwinn) under a brightly lit Christmas tree.