I remember being selected to serve at midnght mass.It was just about the biggest honor a ten year old altar boy could receive. After the mass we all met at my Memere's (Franco-American for grandmother) for the traditional meal of tourtieres (pork pies). Christams carols ringing through the night filled the town with an atmosphere that somehow seems today has gone away. The thrill of walking down main street looking into the store windows in wonderment and wondering if you would get that special gift you really wanted. That year it came a genuine Davy Crockett at the Alamo set. I was the envy of all my brothers and sisters. Sad to say this year won't be so happy as my younger sister was just diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease. It is nice to be able to come here to talk and remember.Thanks to everyone here. Thom Maurais