Growing up one of 11 kids makes for some great Christmas memories. On Christmas Eve we would gather in the family room and read the story of the birth of Jesus from the Bible. We would then discuss what it meant to us and sing some Christmas carols. To end the evening we would go around the room from youngest to oldest (I really didn't like being one of the oldest this time of year!) and would open our gifts. You can imagine what the room looked like when we were finished--nothing but Christmas paper and bows!
The best part of the night would always be the smiles and excitement over the holiday.

Merry Christmas,
Sarah Lunt