Two years ago my sister moved away and she went to New York and now that makes holidays that much better and special, to spend quality time with her and her fiancé, that is the best.
My favorite memory from the holiday break is when I was little actually I was probably like 8 or 9 and I sill believed in Santa and it was so cute because in the middle of the night our whole family woke up due to a huge snow storm that was happening and there was a very very loud noise that was on the roof (our tree fell on the roof) and I remember thinking Santa was here (the sleigh crashed on my roof or something) and my mom told me "if you don't go to bed Santa won't come in" and until then on I believed Santa was real until i was probably like 12 or 13, because it was such a realistic thing that happened.