Yesterday, I guest blogged at Chicklets In the Kitchen about some of the Christmas traditions my French-Canadian in-laws observe. But the comments got me thinking back a bit further in time to my own childhood. Someone mentioned their typical Christmas morning breakfast, something you could eat quickly before diving into the real business of opening presents, and I remembered we had a breakfast like that, too. On Christmas morning, we opened our presents to the lingering scents of yeast and cinnamon, butter and brown sugar, because my mom often made sticky buns for the occasion. Sticky buns are all kinds of delicious and all kinds of verboten in these days of low-fat, low-sugar, gluten-free everything. And the best part is? There’s a make-ahead trick so you’re not up at 3 AM kneading bread dough and waiting for it to rise….