My parents always put stockings at the bottom of our bed - part of it was to keep us amused and occupied while my parents could sleep in. One year (I was probably 7 or 8) I tried to catch Santa, but stuffing my stocking down my shirt. It didn't work. I woke up to a full stocking at the bottom of my bed. Also, breakfasts's at my Grandparents farm were always da bomb. My grandma would cook so much food. My grandpa had this 5 foot stocking he'd put one the gifts in for all the kids (four of us - me, brother, and two cousins). There was always a ton of snow up there, and playing for hours outside and in the forest on their property was fantastic.
Oddly, I don't have a specific, or single, or *that* memory that sticks out other than those good times.