Originally Posted by quiltingcandy

It's funny I don't have any real strong Christmas memories with my parents and sisters. We had good times, I do remember the year we got bikes and my parents kept a barricade up so we couldn't get to the tree before they got up, but my 2 older sisters lifted me over so I could help take it down so they could get through.
I was 14 years old the year my grandfather died, my Grandmother (my mom's mom) came to visit us in WA. We lived on a small lake north of Seattle, it was very cold that year and for the first time since we lived there the lake froze. My mom had rented an organ for my grandmother. On Christmas eve it started snowing those giant snowflakes and it snowed again on Christmas day. The house had huge 8 ft. high windows that were the length of the room, a very large fireplace and it was like a Christmas movie, sitting in the living room with a fire glowing and my grandmother playing the organ. I missed my grandfather so much. From the time I was very little I would follow him around like a puppy. I would never leave his side unless my mom made me.