I have a very vivid memory of Christmas in New York City. My uncle was living in an apartment with a kitchen smaller than my bathroom in Newport now. My grandparents came in from Texas and we were all together to celebrate. My mother dressed Emily and me in bright pink, matching coats so we stood out amongst the business men as we walked down Fifth Avenue. We wanted to go skating at Rockefeller Center, and in true fashion, my grandfather made it happen.

New York City holds a very special place in my heart. It’s one of the greatest cities to visit during the holiday season. Everything is always so festive and bright. As kids, there was nothing better than running around in the chaos are sparkle, jumping from one store window to the next and indulging in one too many hot chocolates.

I love looking back through old photos and remembering. Around the holidays I find I’m reminded just how important family is. That is something (wirth) celebrating.

Does anyone else, every so often, head to their mom’s house to look through old photos and watch old VHS tapes? What are your favorite holiday memories from the past? Let me know below in the comments!

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