Great Christmas Memories

My earliest recollection is about the age of 4 after my parents moved from G- Town to West Philly. I would wake up on Christmas morn and my grandparents would be there. They didn't drive, so they must have hopped a 5 am bus to get there to see me open my presents. I would run downstairs and see them and then see my toys under the Charley Brown tree ( it had about 2 branches, and would experience abolsute joy. It was the childhood equivalent of watching the birth of your child as an adult.