Christmas is quickly approaching.  As a child, I adored the holiday season.  It seemed so magical.  And food was everywhere.  I remember my great-grandmother starting her baking campaign.  You know I was all for it.  The deep freezer would be covered with delicious cakes.  Out would come the bowls of oranges and nuts.  The fancy white Christmas tree would make its debut.  We were ready for Christmas. As I got older, Christmas changed.  My brother started the tradition of praying before we opened our presents.  He would tell Jesus happy birthday, and then we would indulge in ripping paper off the presents like mad men.  We would go to Christmas…