The best Christmas memories are those from the childhood, of course. Something really nice remained in my mind...my father trying to be Santa for his naughty little girls. He was very clumsy sometimes and always managed to break some Christmas bulbs before placing the gifts under the tree.
One year I remembered that we saw a shadow near the tree. Both me and my sister started to scream "Santa!!!" and run to the living room. Our beloved Santa sprung through the door with the tree following him. 😂
Those memories are so precious that I'm sure I will never forget those wonderful Christmas times. 🙂