What is your funniest Christmas memory?

Ironically enough, mine is the Christmas after my Grandma had passed. We were concerned for my Grandpa that year.

Early, as in middle of the night early, someone pounded on our door and kept pounding. My dad went to the door only to find my Grandpa standing there in a significant snowfall in his pajamas. “You used to wake me this early. I thought it was time for payback.” he said. He had driven around 70 miles in his pajamas in a snowstorm to wake us up that early.

We knew he was going to be okay.