My best Xmas memory was when my family and relatives would celebrate Xmas at my grandparents house. It was out in the country side and when the snow feel the landscape became breathtakingly beautiful as if tucked in with a big white blanket.
We would all gather in the living room and squeeze together. The warmth of the open fire place and the smells of cinnamon in the air still stays in my memory.
When the time got close and we knew santa was coming ( In Sweden santa visits in person to delivers the presents) would all gather by the window and then slowly away in the distance we would see the light of a lantern slowly moving towards us and the shape of santa would slowly appear.