Christmas morning is a very special and unique time. My brothers and I always have a hard time falling asleep the night before. The smell of pancake fills our noses as we creak down our old wooden stairs; my father always prepares a feast of a breakfast for us that morning. The tree in the family room is lit as bright as the skyline of a busy city during the night, and the presents beneath the tree sit there just waiting to be opened. We always place ourselves next to the fireplace, which is rarely used, but we make sure that every Christmas morning we get the most out of it. The warmth of the fire gently kisses my face, nudging me to fall back asleep because I'm so comfortable. These are the some of the memories I have of Christmas morning.
Christmas is a day that I cherish not because of the gifts, but because of the time I get to spend with my family. Some of my best memories I have are during the Holidays, which is why I love them so much. The tastes, smells, sounds, sights, and feelings of the Holidays always make me feel at home.
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