This memory is probably my earliest childhood christmas memory.
I was around three years old when this memory happened. It was the week of christmas and I had woken up early. I decided to go annoy my grandparents. I jumped on their bed because I assumed they were both still in bed, however it was only my grandma. By the time I got around to asking where my grandpa was at he walked into the bedroom and told me to close my eyes. When he said to open them again, he was holding a small christmas tree for me. I loved that tree so much and still do. Now, 18 years later, I still set up my tiny tree.
I think it is, by far, the best christmas present ever.