As a kid, I lived for the holidays. The weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas were always a happy blur, with frenzied cooking and cleaning and car trips from one relative's house to the next. Thanksgiving was two or three huge meals packed into one day, eating so much we thought we'd die, and then going back for another slice of pie anyway. Christmas was a multi-day affair, with Christmas Eve dinner, Christmas morning breakfast, the opening of gifts, and then the real chaos began as we prepared to host our extended families or otherwise pile everything into the car to travel to them.
It was chaotic, but I loved being surrounded by my family and the warmth of tradition.