Perhaps the most challenging thing in the world for me is to pick a favorite Christmas memory.

I was blessed with some of the greatest grandparents in the world, quite literally, and they always made Christmas a special time for their grandchildren. It wasn’t about the presents, although both sets of grandparents went all out during Christmas time. I’m not ashamed to admit I’m a bit spoiled by them… OK, very spoiled by them.

The best memories I have usually revolve around seeing my cousins and grandparents. My Grandpa Rouse, before he died, used to get us all gag gifts, and we often returned the favor. Between giving him Barbie dolls and ugly troll statues and getting “Reindeer Poop” in return, we always had a fun time during the holidays.