My best Christmas memory is my Grandma's attic. When things got too rough with the adults the kids went to exlore the attic. We found toys from the 1960s and a boxing back. If that wasn't enough for memories her apartment was on Lincoln Avenue so out the attict window we could see the newly built Sears tower. For us everything from giant sized JI Joe dolls to wind up cars and a jack in the box were just magic although we were looking forward to new Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader toys for Christmas morning. We were not dissapointed.