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Wow; I'm first for this one! My favorite holiday memory is from when I was eight. I received a baby doll and a quilt. The quilt was made by my grandmother and great grandmother using squares that my great-great grandmother had made. It is a wonderful memory. My grandmother wrote the sweetest note about the quilt.
Made a typo when putting in my name on the last comment. Should have been shelburns, not shelbunrs.
My favorite Christmas memory is going to the late service on Christmas Eve, just me and my dad. We would sit in the balcony and the candles always looked beautiful.
Favorite memories for me include going for a walk around the block on Christmas Eve to look for Santa only to come back and find he'd visited our house while we were gone!Yes, lucky us growing up - we got all our presents on Christmas Eve!Thanks, Vivian!
You're so awesome for doing this. My favorite Christmas memory is helping my mom make the Christmas Eve feast. We had the best time talking, baking and cooking for days.
Ooh! What fun. My favorite Christmas memory is from when I was 9. I was admiring our tree, leaning back against my pregnant mother, and I felt my sister kick for the first time.
Hmmm...actually--while I love Christmas and T-giving and all, I think the best is looking for the Easter basket. When I think of happy, carefree childhood memories, I'm hanging over the sofa, looking to see if my Easter basket was hidden behind it!
Since Christmas was the first holiday my seven younger siblings and I celebrated without our mom, who died of cancer at age 48, we had to make it festive. Eleven years ago, we began our Christmas Eve Cabaret. Now we scour the racks at Goodwill during Halloween for beads, baubles, and sequins. Then, in solos and duets, with kick lines and cross-dressers, we belt out our favorite tunes under a powerful flashlight.The whole tradition is dedicated to our beloved mom, who rocks angel babies in the clouds above us as she hums along.
That was great. Thank you.
My favourite holiday memory is a tie, between:1. Me and my mum getting a late night bus through to my aunts house to get her and my cousins to come and spend Christmas with us (it was my youngest cousins first Christmas and my uncle works away and would be working that Christmas) and I remember me and my cousin (who was a year older than me and pretty much one of my best friends) laughing and joking in the car on the way to our house and there was barely any room in the car because all of their presents were in the car as well as the babies travel cot and everything but we didn't care, we just laughed and played car games with my mum joining in. Anyway, that was Christmas Eve and on Christmas the house was so cluttered and packed with people and presents and everything... but the good kind of cluttered. And I remember me and my cousin playing with new barbies up in my room while we waited for Christmas dinner to be ready. I guess it's kind of silly, I just miss that good-cluttered feeling of being surrounded by people I care about. Plus, I still loved Christmas back then, it kind of lost it's magic for me when my dad died.2. This memory isn't very clear, but I remember my dad and my step mum coming to visit and I don't remember much about it except sitting on my dads knee and I was really happy because that's the only Christmas I can remember him being there (my parents divorced when I was 2) and he died three months later.I guess I don't have a lot of good Christmas memories. Not that they're mostly bad, they're just not memorable.-Lanna
I'd been living in the U.K. when the holidays rolled around and I got homesick for my family in Colorado. I bought a ticket at the last minute, flew for almost 24 hours straight on a stint of short, full flights and surprised everyone on Christmas Eve morning. My tough old dad did a double take, and then he cried. The look on everyone's faces is one of my favorite holday mornings.Now my kids are great ages for holidays (2 & 5), so we're building lots of lovely memories.
I grew up in Ohio, but one winter was unseasonably warm. We were in the dining room eating dinner when a huge wind rushed by our house. We heard things crashing in the backyard and then the electricity died. My parents got out flashlights and made it an adventure for my brother and me. In the morning we found our big plastic Santa wedged underneath the Jeep, the tv antenna tower was on the ground, and our back fence had been ripped away. Our wheelbarrow turned up in a neighbor's tree about a mile away. That was a Christmas I will never forget!
HWM, I've been thinking about holding a contest on my blog, but I'm drawing a blank as to what it would be about. I like it that you have giveaways on your blog. You've got a generous spirit.When I was 6 years old, a HUGE package appeared next to the Christmas tree on the evening of December 24. I was amazed that the tag said it was for me. When I opened it up the next morning, I found a magician's uniform. This is an important distinction, as the word "costume" did not enter my mind. True, the black hat was a floppy straw hat and not a top hat, but no matter-- there was a velveteen cape and a bona fide wand that was painted with a bow on the end and tinsel hanging out as a streamer. I thought, "This is it, this is what I've been waiting for. Now, I can finally do magic." I knew exactly what I wanted to do for my first act of magic. I wanted to turn invisible. I waved the magic wand, wished... and waited. I waved it harder, wished more fervently... and waited. That was the watershed moment in which I realized that the present was a costume, not a uniform, and that magic was not magical. I was disappointed, but not crushed. It dawned on me that St. Nicholas regularly got help from grownups in my family. I felt protective of them because they had gone to all sorts of effort to make this costume for me and I didn't want them to know that I finally knew the secret. I had a great time with the costume for several years to come.
There's almost too many to just pick one... trying... three years ago, we were "victims" of the 12 days of Christmas. Every night, from the 13th through Christmas Eve, we had a different something left on our porch. My girls were thrilled and ecstatic every day, wondering if the present was here yet. We had so much fun, that for the past two years, we've passed it along to various friends and neighbors.
Any holiday? Getting Twinkie shortly before my third birthday. Opening up a box and finding that beautiful little kitten, who would become my best friend, my furry daughter - That's my favorite memory.Favorite winter holiday memory? Knowing, when I woke up on Christmas morning, that my mom, sister, and I would all have a day off, just to be together, to be silly and listen to The Carpenters Christmas album and watch the cats play with bows and wrapping paper.
I think going sledding with my friends when we were younger is a favorite memory. And it only took me ONE try to realize that i couldn't start at the top of my hill or i'd head straight for the woods.-laurenlauren51990 AT aol DOT com
THese are great stories, every one! I don't know how you'll pick winners.My favorite Christmas memory was how my parents let us eat chocolate before breakfast just on that one day of the year. We always got chocolate kisses, an orange and a walnut in our stockings and we were aloud to eat them while the pancakes were being made after the presents were opened.
The contest is officially over. Thanks for sharing your favorite memories.The winner will be announced later.
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