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What is your fondest childhood holiday memory?
There was one year when we didn't think my brother was going to be able to make it due to horrible weather in his area. When we were all sitting down, eating Christmas dinner, he walked through the door! We were all elated! It was a great year that year.
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Re: What is your fondest childhood holiday memory?
One year we all went to PA to be with my mom's side of the family. I loved it! I have so many cousins on that side and I loved that we were mostly all at the age where we still believed in Santa... it was awesome! Being with so much family was amazing.
We did a live Nativity... lol it was kinda funny.
My parents were awesome too, they made sure we left in the middle of the night and set up presents at home before leaving for PA. Since we were sleeping when they loaded us in the car we didn't notice the presents. When we got home form PA, we saw that Santa had not forgotten to leave us something and fill our stockings
One year I wanted a bike so bad I could taste it. Christmas morning rolls around and there's no bike under the tree so I'm a little sad, but I know better than to say anything or all my presents would go back to the store lol After we all had opened our presents my dad asked me if I was missing anything. I said no of course not, everything is great! Dad asked if I was sure and I told him well, I really wanted a bike. My brother had gone downstairs before this conversation started and comes walking up the steps with my brand new bike, that was pink. I was so mad it was pink lol but I loved the bike. My dad thought he was hilarious by tricking me.
(For the record my parents didn't take away presents, but if you acted like a brat about a gift you didn't get it)
I moved away from family and I miss them a lot. One year, my mom sent be a huge box and it was a giant stocking stuffed with many wrapped gifts for me to open. I felt like a kid all over again and very loved as I went through each gift.
I'm the oldst of 5 kids. The youngest is 10 and always has to split christmas eve/christmas morning between my mom's and her dad's. When she was all of 2 yrs old if that, I bought her a blow up ball pit for christmas. I wanted to surprise her before she got back from her dads christmas eve so we decided to put it together. Fail on my part I forgot to get a pump and it didn't come with it.
So here we are all 4 of us kids sitting in a circle each with a valve in our mouth all red in the face blowing this thing up. We could barely blow it up because we were all laughing at each other over this site and each other's face. Finally we got this thing blown up but it was not as full and kinda limp because it was full of hot air, lol. My youngest sister loved it though!
What a fun thread!
I must have been about 3 at the time, because we had just moved into this fixer-upper and so the carpet was new. We had a fireplace, so of course we kids (my sister, brother, and I) were excited that Santa was going to come down the chimney this year. I remember my parents saying something to the effect of, "We don't want Santa to get the carpet dirty, so we're going to put down this paper for him." And then my parents rolled parchment paper from the fireplace leading over to the Christmas tree. Well we all nearly died in the morning when we got up and there were black soot-y footprints on the paper- Santa had actually been there!
It still makes me so happy to remember this... actually, it makes me kind of teary. lol
These are awesome! I love when parents are as into the Christmas Spirit as their kids are (or maybe they're into it because of their kids). I don't have any children (yet--hopefully I will eventually when the time is right), but my future kids are going to wake up to all kinds of evidence Christmas morning. Reindeer poop, empty bowls of oats and sugarcubes for the reindeer, fingerprints and lip prints on the milk glass, cookie crumbs, and footprints in the snow. Basically, "CSI" meets "Twas the Night Before Christmas."
My best Christmas was when I was six and Santa brought me the most magical dollhouse. Many years later I found out that my mom and grandma had made the entire thing, including furniture, from a very elaborate kit. I can't imagine how many hours it took to build, but not nearly as many as I spent playing with it.