We each take a huge breath as we step out into the crispy snow that snaps under our boots.
I make my way to the front door, illuminated by the red, green, and blue Christmas lights.
Maybe because of the special atmosphere that you can feel everywhere, in shops, restaurants , pubs and even streets, where you can hear the magical carols, or maybe it's because of its religious background, but what I can tell you for sure is that I can't think of anything more exciting than the image of the entire family preparing the Christmas Tree or fixing the Christmas dishes.
When I think of Christmas the first thing that pops into my mind is the delicious Chocolate Cake that only my grandma knows how to prepare.
My dad running around in his underwear and only one sock on was looking for his hairbrush.
Which he didn't need because his hair was as thin as a cheep blush. I had to borrow a black pair from my dad as I always had to.
Perhaps this is the reason why, every year, my family and me try to spend our holiday at our grandma's place.
So, every year, we all step into the car and Finally, it is over .
He actually had to sell his convertible because he was tired of putting sunscreen on his forehead. Sarah, my little sister, only 19, would spend most of her time in the bathroom, it would seem as if she would curl the same strands of hair for hours. I tell him I keep losing them but I don't think I ever owned my own pair.
When we arrived at my grandparents, before even opening the door, there was a smell of food like no other.