I honestly have many Christmas memories. One that sticks out to me though took place a few years back. I ended up getting relatively sick with strep throat, and spent my last few weeks of school at home in bed. One morning I was sitting downstairs and heard a knock at the door. So I got up and went to investigate. Outside was a large black bag sitting on our doormat.  Surprisingly, inside were all of these random gifts addressed to my siblings and I. Without a second thought, I threw everything under the tree, because I was excited that something could actually be under there. When my mom got home a couple hours later, she was surprised also that there were things there, since she had not put anything out for us yet or at least that is what she told me. Even now, I am unsure if she stuck them out there, or if someone else did.