My childhood holidays are filled of sweet memories. My mother, Bunny, made sure we were indulged in every way. Bunny was an only child of Irish descent who grew up in a Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn. Born to parents of the Greatest Generation who never forgot the lessons of the Great Wall Street Crash. My mother’s father, who we called Poppy, worked on Wallstreet in 1929 and witnessed the devastation firsthand. Because of this, my grandparents never invested their money in markets or in a home. My mother grew up in a one bedroom flat with very few frills or holidays trimmings. When she became a mom, she decided to celebrate in a very differnet way.