Editor's Note: Make Memories This Holiday

Presents aside, for years—and I’m talking from the time I could walk until the day my brother told me Santa Claus didn’t exist (heartbreaking)—I remember being very sleepy-eyed at four-o’clock in the morning as my dad scooped me up in his arms and brought me down to our beautifully decorated Christmas tree, and under it laid my long wish list of knick knacks in physical form, each perfectly wrapped with a pretty, shiny bow on top.