My fondest memory was when my mom and I lived in a little small mobile home with a hall so small that only one person could walk down it at a time. She had the bedroom and my bedroom was the pull-out couch in the living room. We had a little table-top tree but that didn't matter. That little house was filled with love and we had the best Christmas I can remember right there in that warm little mobile home. That was also the year I caught my mom taking present out of the trunk of her car to put out for Santa! I had a suspicion that she was Santa but even when she got caught she tried to tell me a story about Santa having to leave my presents in her car cause he couldn't get into the tiny house with his bag! Too funny and so sweet! Thanks for the opportunity to share a memory I had almost forgotten all about!