I guess the Christmas I remember most was when I was about 14. My Dad was a preacher. We lived about a mile from our church. The closer you got to the church the shabbier the homes were. Anyway on Christmas morning one of these homes burned down. The family had kids about the same age as all four of us. I think God worked it all out that way. So Mom and Dad woke us up, or we woke them up, not sure. We were told to go downstairs and pick out a gift with our name on it and we would take it down to this family. Most of our Christmas feast went also. Us kids had no idea what we were giving but that was the most meaningful time I have ever had.