During a group training for work the other day, an icebreaker was posed of what our favorite Christmas memory was. I was hoping I wasn’t going to be called on, so of course, I was. I stammered through my answer, as I hate having to speak in front of a group, and gave a generic, standard response. In reality, there wasn’t just one favorite Christmas. Our traditions were not the grand, big gestures some have but they were ours.