I don't know about you, but at this time of year I feel melancholy and blue. Thinking about Christmases past with my parents still with us. Why is it that the memories seem better than they really were. I believe we want to remember the good times and exclusively focus only on those good memories.
My favorite holiday memories were those I spent with our parents close friends, the Sciacovellis and the Zippos. As a young kid I really enjoyed being together and laughing so much. My mother cooked and the other mother's cooked their specialties. They took turns at each other's homes. No one argued. All I remember were the laughs. My mother and father were so at ease with their friends from Italy.