Every year when I was younger we would go to my grandma’s farm in Saskatchewan for Christmas. The 10-12 hour trip was hard when we were little kids as it was hard to stay still for that long, but as I got older it became easier and easier for me and my siblings to stay to quiet and entertain ourselves. When we got to the farm it would usually be late around 10 or 11, so we only had time to say hi to a few relatives before we had to pick our tent in the yard. On Christmas day we would wake up early and go to the small church where all the other farmers went. After church we would then go back to the farmhouse and have breakfast, usually eggs, pancakes and lots and lots of greasy bacon. After that we would open presents with all of my relatives starting with the oldest. It was annoying when I was young since I was the 32^nd oldest with just a few of my cousins being younger than me. Lunch was very informal, it was just whenever you got hungry you went and made yourself a sandwich. My grandma and my aunts would spend all day preparing supper, they would make a huge turkey a full ham, and tons of Polish food. After we gouged ourselves of food we would all sit around and talk about what we all did over the year, I head so many stories from my relatives, like the interesting characters my uncle tony the news anchor met, or all the advancements my uncle at SaskTel made. The next couple of days I would spend time outside with my cousins building giant snow forts and having snowball fights, and playing with the farm dogs my grandma had. After about 3 or 4 days my family would head back and I would have to sit through another grueling 12 hour car ride.