Emma, ​​Marissa and I are in charge of making the lefse. This has been our job since we were children, becoming experts through all the years of experience. My grandmother makes the most amazing food and always has enough to feed us for a week. After having filled ourselves with delicious lasagna, salads and hot dishes all prepared with love and while the adults relax comfortably in their chairs, we children go to put on our pajamas and troop down to open our presents. The most memorable gift would be the ring that my grandmother gave me and that was from my great grandmothers, who passed away a couple of days after my grandmother turned fifteen. My great-grandmother loved to travel and had a great passion for fashion, so this metal circle with a small diamond in the center and a floral pattern surrounding it, was purchased in California and has been in the family ever since. "Bang, bang, bang!" A loud bang comes from the front door. The dogs bark, the adults smile and we run to open the squeaky door. Santa Claus, twinkling-eyed, dressed in red with coal-black boots and swinging a sack over his right shoulder, enters. He drops heavily; he cheerfully rings the bells and hands them to David, my brother, seriously telling him to keep ringing them so that Rudolf doesn't fly away without him. Eyes wide open, little David shakes the bells with such rigor that if Rodolfo were at the North Pole he would be able to hear them. We each take turns perching on his lap, hesitant at first but then opening up and telling him our ages and that "yeah, we've been really, really, really good this year." As Santa's beard tickles our chins as we lean in for a photo and his big belly shakes as he laughs as you start to giggle. Then he opens his bag and takes out gifts wrapped in colored paper for each of us. With a few biscuits for the journey, crumbs in the beard and...