I don't remember what I got for Christmas when I was 3, or 7, or 11...but I do remember the smell of cinnamon rolls & the sound of my mom's voice as I ran down the stairs. I remember my dad charging the video camera so he wouldn't miss a single moment. I remember feeling magic before a single gift was even opened. Don't forget: it's not the gifts that make the magic. It's the moments. It's the memories.