donna13350

When my son was 6, we got him this inflatable robot on wheels that was remote controlled...so Christmas morning my husband hid in the kitchen and remotely guided the robot out into the living room...my poor son was so scared he jumped up onto, then over the back of the couch, ran like crazy, and was halfway out the front door before we could react and catch him! Poor kid! We thought it would be fun!

Trisher

Leading up to last Christmas, I enjoyed watching my almost 3 year old grandson playing with the nativity scene. It was very 'new millenium'... Mary and Joseph went by race car (a shoebox) to Disneyland (the weather was hot and sunny) for Mary to 'get' baby Jesus. After a quick detour to the North Pole (to see whales and polar bears) and the South Pole (to see penguins), they arrived home (race car shoe box again) and Joseph went right to work at the fire hall (the nativity stable)...(His daddy is a firefighter).

PenniF

When my son was 5 he belonged to the Indian Guides. They had a Christmas party and each child was to bring something to exchange as a gift. We got the book Santa Bear. He LOVED that book and wished he could keep it. But we wrapped it and took it to the party - where it got placed in the Santa bag with all the other gifts.
Each child went up and chose a present from the Santa bag....my son was last in line - and low and behold --- the last thing in the bag was the Santa Bear book. He was the happiest child you ever saw - just SURE that Santa knew how much he loved that book, and made it come back to him.

nancia

my favorite Christmas memory actually started on Christmas eve. we were living in nh and i was pregnant, and overdue, with our first child. it was brutally cold, and crystal clear as we headed to the hospital in concord. it was a relatively small hospital. we arrived at the desk and i asked if there was room for a nice Jewish couple who were going to have a baby boy for Christmas. the receptionist smiled and said, 'no, but there's a nice stable in the back under a very bright street light, and you'll know it by the cattle lowing.' as it was, our son, joshua, was born at 7:15 december 24. my dear mother in law got to know him as an infant, her favorite stage. and my dear sister got to know his as a toddler, her favorite stage. each passed on. today, 36years later, i remember the joy he brought to our family in a time of sorrow and pain. he is still my brightest Christmas star.

captlynhall

I remember one year my brother and I were at the point of not really believing in Santa, but not wanting to admit it. So we decided to set a trap. We took a spool of thread and wrapped it from one piece of furniture to the next starting with the front door and it wove a spider web all over the living room. We felt sure we were going to catch Daddy playing Santa. Since we didn't have a fireplace, we felt sure that is how he got in.

Christmas morning we excitedly ran to the living room to see the damage, but low and behold, the thread was still all in place. And the presents were all under the tree. We never did figure out how Daddy accomplished that. I'm thinking we were wrong about Santa.

AngeliaNR

Wrapping presents one year, I ran out of boxes and used any that I could find to get the job done.Christmas morning, my sweet three-year-old nephew tore off his wrapping paper. With tear-filled eyes and a quivering lip, he told me, "I ... *sniff*…like ... *sniff*…Cheerios." He was trying so hard to be grateful! (There was a Thomas the Tank Engine sweatshirt inside the cereal box--he loved it.)

Sewnoma

When my niece and nephew were 4 and 7 I decided to play a little bit of a joke on them and I swapped labels on a pair of gifts, so he got a very small pink frilly hoodie and she got a black hoodie with skulls on it that was way too big. My nephew thought that was a pretty funny joke but my niece....she loved that dang black hoodie and cried when we switched them back! I felt terrible and ended up buying her a similar black hoodie with skulls a couple days later. It's funny now but it was tragic at the time! She wore that black hoodie until it was way too small, and then claimed her brothers since he'd outgrown it by then too.

She's 9 now but she still remembers that Christmas eve and brings it up every year (in a teasing way) when I give her presents to her - it's become a bit of a tradition now, lol. ("I hope these are really MINE, Auntie B!" "Yes sweetie, I promise, they're all really yours!" LOL)

dd

The landlord we used to have told a story about his daughter. Seems she wanted to open everyone elses gifts along with hers. So one year he wrapped a box with 10 $1 coins in it. But he used electrical tape and taped all the coins together. He told her when she had successfully unwrapped her gift she could help everyone else. Well, everyone got to open their own gifts that year.lol

moonrise

My husband has 8 young nieces and nephews. Several years ago, I came up with the idea of getting them some unopened geodes (hollow rocks) that they could open up and see what crystals were inside them. We filled and wrapped a box for each child.

When it was time for the Christmas party, they were all excited about opening their gifts. Beforehand, they kept asking what was in those heavy boxes, and my husband kept telling them it was a "box of rocks" because they'd all been naughty that year. Naturally, they thought he was joking.

You should've seen their faces when they opened their gifts, and sure enough, they'd each gotten a box of rocks! They didn't know WHAT to think! It was all we could do to keep a straight face.

Hubby teased them for awhile, then finally explained what the rocks really were. They absolutely LOVED cracking open the geodes, and they still talk about their "box of rocks" to this very day. It turned out to be one of their, and our, most memorable Christmases.

Barbshobbies

We had our hands full on Christmas, 5 kids, get them all dressed and keep them clean while we waited for Dad to come in from milking the cows. The Door to the Christmas room was locked, (5 kids from baby to 11 yrs) So when Dad was almost dressed, I would start with the little ones, then myself, to the car then Dad came to the car too, but he always forgot his wallet, and had to go back in. That's when he put the gifts under the tree. One year dad came to the car with us and started to drive, when a small voice in the back "Did`t you forget some thing? He said "no" When came back from church, Santa had eaten the cookies & milk. The presents were under the tree. We had a live in hire man that year!