A special memory I have from the holidays is when I spent time with my grandfather. We would always decorate the tree together he would always gave me this one white vintage santa claus ornament and he always made me put it in the same spot every year. After we would be done with that it would be time to plug in the lights, After that he always said “there is some special that is missing”, and he would hand me this star made out of glass and he would pick me up and I would put it on top the tree. My grandfather would also sit me on his lap and read this old christmas book to me I forget the title of it. I used to be into it year after year until one year he passed away and I never opened the book ever again and it’s so lonely when I decorate the tree because the special feeling went away. I always talk about my grandfather this time of year because it’s the time I’ve made the most memories with him.