In this precious rhyming story, a little boy reflects on spending Christmas each year with his Grandma.
From making decorations together for the Christmas tree, to drinking hot chocolate and staying up late talking by the fireplace; the little boy and his Grandma make sweet memories. When itâs time to leave, and Grandma becomes teary-eyed, the little boy ensures her that sheâs the best part of Christmas. âSo whenever my face feels the first flakes of snow, wherever I am, itâs to Grandmaâs I go. Where itâs always been Christmas, and always will be, for Christmas at Grandmaâs is Christmas to me.â