The Christmas season is full of memories.That time my siblings and I all got new bicycles and rode them down the street in our neighborhood on Christmas Day. The Christmas when we got a new minivan and I was in on the secret for my mom. One time when I was beginning to doubt Santa was real, he left sooty footprints on the carpet when putting his plate — now empty of cookies — by the sink.There were also Christmas parties with my dad’s side of the family, always with a house full of people before my great-grandad passed.