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Thread: what's your fondest memory of Chrismas when you were a child

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    My memory, is when my mother would make christmas cookies and my 2 sisters and I would each decorate them. We made one special for Santa Claus. We put them on a plate, along with a glass of milk and carrot for the reindeer.
    In the morning, we would look at the christmas tree with it's lights and packages wrapped so neatly, but, first, we wanted to see which Christmas cookie santa chose to eat.
    Well, each year Santa had eaten them all, but, each year we do the same

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    The year I go my doll, I still have her. Her eyes don't move anymore and she is a bit "aged" but she is mine!

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    1973 - Opening my gift from Mom & Dad - a Singer Featherweight sewing machine. I was 13 years old, learning to sew, and as they say, the rest is history :) I still have the old girl, sews as well today as the first day I got her.

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    I got ice skates and my parents had flooded our side yard so I could use them right away and learn at home. What an awesome day that was.

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    The year my dad convinced us to leave a beer for Santa instead of the milk. I was so surprised that Santa actually drank the beer with his cookies.

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    Daddy had been hurt in a farming accident so there wasn't a lot of extra money. Mom and Dad had always told us that they had to pay Santa so that he could afford to have all the hay and oats shipped in to feed the reindeer. Being farm kids we understood that. Mom told us that she could only afford to spend $5 on each of us so we should pick something that cost $5 or less. OH NO! The little stuffed dalmation I wanted was $7! When the store owner asked me if I was going to have Santa bring me "Freckles" (I'd already named him) for Christmas, I explained the whole story. He listened intently and just nodded as though he understood completely. Imagine my surprize on Christmas morning when Freckles was waiting for me under the tree! Not only did I get the dog but a neighbor had given mom a large teenage doll that her daughter didn't want and mom had made lots of clothes for her. I don't remember what my younger brothers had asked for but the neighbor had also given mom some like-new toy tractors and farm equipment that her boys had outgrown. Even though money was tight and we thought we weren't going to have a very big Christmas it was one of the best ever.

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    One year Santa had gone way overboard the entire living room covered in presents my mom was a single mom and all I remember is the unwrapped sleeping bags and her love!

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    Haveing a live tree ! And we would throw tinsel on it and after we went to bed they would pull it and drape it and Christmas morning was when the lights were turned on the 1st time and the tinsel made the color lites spectacular ! And of course the smell of the tree ! Thanks this was a gift in and of itself to recall that. Warm hugs

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    Going with my Dad to pick out the tree, I felt so important! And getting my ice skates, daddy flooded our driveway so I could skate in a safe spot. And seeing my big dsis ccome throiugh the front door dressed to the nines yelling Merry Kiss My a__. she had been living in New York at the time, and we didn't know she was coming. That became our special greeting to each other until she died.

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    The first Christmas Eve after my divorce, I was all alone, my daughter had went to her dads. The house was soo empty and cold ( living on very tight budget). I had gotten out her presents to put under the tree. That year I had got her pantys, bras and sox along with a few other presents for Christmas. I had started crying when I was putting out her gifts, then I kinda just loss it and started hanging all the pantys ( yes there was a thong ) bras and sox on the tree. She was so astonished when she came home Christmas day!to find a tree covered in underware lol. This has become a Tradition that we continue to this day! Merry Christmas.
    oops, suppose to be childhood memory, but we really did not have Christmas when II was a child, family to strick.

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    Probably the Christmases that all of the cousins were together were the best. Other than that there really weren't any spectacular or memorable gifts in my childhood.

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    Quote Originally Posted by clem55
    Going with my Dad to pick out the tree, I felt so important! And getting my ice skates, daddy flooded our driveway so I could skate in a safe spot. And seeing my big dsis ccome throiugh the front door dressed to the nines yelling Merry Kiss My a__. she had been living in New York at the time, and we didn't know she was coming. That became our special greeting to each other until she died.
    Love your story, I can just see your sis coming through that door.

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    2007 All of our kids and grandkids were home. We only get that every 3 to 5 years so it is special when they do come home. One family is missionaries in the Philippines.

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    the first year I lived with my grandparents away from my brothers and sisters in a tiny village (24 families) in rural Maine.

    The school Christmas pagent was held in the only church in town -- My grandfather was the minister. The pagent was a series of vignets (sp??) using I'm dreaming of a white christmas with the Bing Crosby record in the background. There was a mildly retarded girl who wasn't able to memorize lines or actions. The teacher had her play the "most important" part. She sat at a desk and "fell asleep" and the pagent was her dream. I have never forgotten this kindness.

    It was a warmer/more loving time where everyone was included. Even the man from WW One who had been gassed and was taken care of by his elderly parents.

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    Quote Originally Posted by mim
    the first year I lived with my grandparents away from my brothers and sisters in a tiny village (24 families) in rural Maine.

    The school Christmas pagent was held in the only church in town -- My grandfather was the minister. The pagent was a series of vignets (sp??) using I'm dreaming of a white christmas with the Bing Crosby record in the background. There was a mildly retarded girl who wasn't able to memorize lines or actions. The teacher had her play the "most important" part. She sat at a desk and "fell asleep" and the pagent was her dream. I have never forgotten this kindness.

    It was a warmer/more loving time where everyone was included. Even the man from WW One who had been gassed and was taken care of by his elderly parents.
    What a wonderful heartfelt story that is. Thank you for sharing that.

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    Quote Originally Posted by clem55
    Going with my Dad to pick out the tree, I felt so important! And getting my ice skates, daddy flooded our driveway so I could skate in a safe spot. And seeing my big dsis ccome throiugh the front door dressed to the nines yelling Merry Kiss My a__. she had been living in New York at the time, and we didn't know she was coming. That became our special greeting to each other until she died.
    I love your greeting, never heard that before, will have to remember it. Merry Christmas.

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    If I have to choose just one... this is it. All of my childhood, we went as a family to a nearby Christmas tree lot to find a tree. I watched as my parents would look at all the trees and hear their criticisms: this one is too short, this one is too tall, this one not full enough, this one has a "hole" that ornaments wouldn't hide. I considered myself the expert on finding the perfect tree. So along comes the year... I was probably around 11 or 12... and I think Daddy took me alone to find the tree (at least I don't remember anyone else being with us) and Daddy let ME pick out the tree! Well, I did! It must have been 12 or 13 feet tall (I guess since I was taller, it altered my perception), but my DD didn't say a word, just purchased the tree and we hauled it home. The trunk of that tree must have been 12 inches wide. We couldn't find a tree stand anywhere to hold it. So, out comes an apple crate and we searched the yard for huge rocks to fill in around the tree. I don't know how many branches had to be cut off the bottom to accomplish this, but they made a nice mantle decoration. 2 or more feet cut out of the top, and it still touched the ceiling! We had to buy extra lights and ornaments just to fill out that tree! It was HUGE! Good thing we had a large living room! lol. I'm sure my mother wondered why my father hadn't been the voice of reason at the tree lot. The only picture I got of it was too dark and is basically a silhouette of the tree against the windows. It's a great memory. Thanks for this thread and making me stop to think about it! DD passed away this year and DM has been gone for 3 1/2 years, so it's heartwarming to remember those long ago Christmases when we were all together.

    Merry Christmas everyone!

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    I was just talking to mom about this earlier!!! My memory is of when I was 4 or 5 yrs. old. I remember my grandparents being at our house and all the wrapping all over the place. My grandmother asked my brother (he was 6 or 7) if he had been on the back porch to see if anything had been left there.........he went out the door in a shot. Next thing we knew, he was riding a new bike THRU the living room!!! He was wearing a Lone Ranger hat and mak, too! That was about the same time I was opening MY favorite toy --- my "Suzie" doll. She WALKED!!!!! I named her Suzie because my grandparents always called me Suzie -- they wanted me named Suzie. I still have her -- in my toy crib in the guest room!!!!

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    going to the grandparents house on Christmas Eve. Dinner and all the fixins, and then the presents...all my brothers, sisters, cousins would get so excited over my grandmother calling out our name when she passed out the presents.

    We still reminisce about that today...we loved to hear our grandmother call out our name in that special accent of a voice.

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    Quote Originally Posted by quilter2
    Quote Originally Posted by clem55
    Going with my Dad to pick out the tree, I felt so important! And getting my ice skates, daddy flooded our driveway so I could skate in a safe spot. And seeing my big dsis ccome throiugh the front door dressed to the nines yelling Merry Kiss My a__. she had been living in New York at the time, and we didn't know she was coming. That became our special greeting to each other until she died.
    I love your greeting, never heard that before, will have to remember it. Merry Christmas.
    I can still see her too. spike heels, mink coat, big earrings and oh, she had the greatest smile. Janet was 18 years older than me, and she spoiled me rotten. She had the best sense of humor , loved to tell jokes and laugh. Janet and I had so much fun together , always. I always told her she was the vainest person I knew, and she would laugh and say, Yeah, but you think I am beautiful! Lol And I always thought she was. I've lost all my three sisters and two brothers, but I think she is the one I miss the most. she just made everyone feel good when she was around. So friends, I can be proper and wish you all a Merry Christmas, but I hope yoiu will also let me say , "Merry Kiss MY A**!! and know it's becuse I love you all. Carol

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    I have too many wonderful memories I hold close this time of year. All the kids and men getting in the back of my PapPaw's Studebaker pickup to go looking for the perfect tree out in the country, my uncle taking his sweet time to get dressed before we could go see what Santa brought, dollar bills tied to the tree from my PapPaw for the little kids, sitting at the kids table for dinner, the smell of a new box of 64 crayons and activity books, warm kitchens busy with activity and no question of where we would all be for the holidays....together at home!

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    We lived on a farm and had no money but what I remember is going out in the woods with my parents to cut down our Christmas tree and my Mom decorating it with walnuts that she painted and her beautiful glass ornaments. I always wanted so much but got very little, if I got a doll it was because my Aunt sent it to my Mom to give to me from Santa, I got doll clothes made by my Grandmother and a doll bed made by my Dad, but you know those are the greatest memories you can have and I always thought I got the best presents from Santa and forgot about all that I wanted. My childhood was wonderful, living on a farm and being poor, so many other experiences made up for it.

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    I actually have two, One time Santa placed mixed shelled nuts in my stocking and he dropped some of them and they rolled under my bedroom door. The other is when I got my metal flying saucer, I remember rolling it into my parents bedroom at 4 in the morning and my dad said Go back to bed it's to early to get up" So I rolled it back into my bedroom and sat in it until 5 a.m. I never lived that one down.

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    remember the Quaker Oats round boxes?? we would save them to make a doll cradle for my little sister. We saved scraps of cloth left from making our clothes. And my great aunt in NYC who was a church social worker would assemble a box of scraps of lace, velvets and things the elderly ladies would give her. Odd items left over from a bazaar, I suppose. She was a fairy godmother to us.

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    I was about 9 yrs old and I got a shooting gallery from my Grandmom and my sister got a Barbie. I was always so tomboyish. But boy did I love that shooting gallery. I still target shoot to this day!

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