Editor's Note: Make Memories This Holiday

Even when I was a little munchkin—an extra little munchkin running around with an uneven bowl-cut, courtesy of my mother who was not especially talented at giving hair cuts—Christmas was extra special, because that meant presents. And presents meant putting together an extremely long list of all the knick knacks that I wanted and ever so casually gave my parents. You know, slip it under their bedroom door or tape it onto the front door as if Santa left it there.