This was the last time christmas looked just like it has all of my childhood. Every year in the same house, in the same rooms, the same sofa where you sit and wait for Santa to come with the presents. Even the tree looks like it always has. This summer my parents are moving, and maybe because home means so much to me -the physical place you call home- It is difficult for me to come to terms with loosing my childhood home. On the other hand. Next year we will celebrate Christmas in our home. It is going to be different, but I know a lot of traditions can and will be translated from the giant house where I grew up to the very small place I call home now.