When I was a kid my grandfather lived about 15 minutes away from us so me and my little sister would go visit him quite often, we spent many nights with him because we just loved being with him. This time of year was always special. On Christmas Day Papaw would come to our house for breakfast then we would go to his house to open gifts. Though I don’t remember the presents, I do remember the time spent with him, guess it was way more precious!