Emma, ​​Marissa and I are in charge of putting the book together. This has been our job since we were little, becoming experts over our years of experience. My grandmother makes the most delicious food and always has enough to feed us for a week. After stuffing ourselves with delicious lasagna, salads and hot dishes all prepared with love and while the adults lean back comfortably in their chairs, we children will put on our pajamas and go down to open our presents. The most memorable gift would be the ring my grandmother gave me that belonged to my great-grandmothers who passed away a few days after my grandmother turned fifteen. My great-grandmother loved to travel and had a great passion for fashion, so this metal circle with a small diamond in the middle and a floral design surrounding it was purchased in California and has become part of the family Since. “Bang, bang, bang!” » A huge pounding comes from the front door. The dogs bark, the adults smile, and we run to open the creaky door. Santa Claus, sparkling-eyed, dressed in red with coal-black boots and swinging a sack over his right shoulder, enters. He falls heavily; I ring happy bells and pass them on to David, my brother, telling him seriously to keep ringing them so that Rudolf does not fly away without him. With wide eyes, little David shakes the bells so rigorously that if Rudolf were at the North Pole, he could hear them. We each take turns perching on his lap, hesitant at first, then opening up and telling him our ages and that "yes, we've been really, really, really good this year." As Santa's beard tickles our chin as we lean in to take a photo and his big belly shakes as he laughs at the same time you start to laugh. Then he opens his bag and takes out gifts wrapped in colorful paper for each of us. With a few cookies for the road, crumbs in the beard and a