Christmas Favorite: Dad's holiday bread

Once a year, my dad walks into the kitchen and cooks something. And truth be told, it's worth the wait. In his memory is his grandmother's recipe for pumkin bread and cranberry bread. He spends the day by the oven: mixing ingredients and baking about thirty loaves--half of which are gone by the end of the day. Family friends crave it and hope that they get a loaf. My brother and sister and I are sent several through the mail; making that day the best in the world. I can't give out the recipe, because, well, I don't know it. Right now, it's a secret. But as long as my Dad makes one loaf for me once a year. I don't care.