My most memorable christmas's
were when I was between the ages of 5 and 12
The reason why
is because those christmas's
were spent in my most favorite home.
The home I grew up in...
This was between the years 1995-2002
I had the best holidays in this home.
It was a great time for me & my family...
Every christmas seemed just wonderful..
These were the years when it always snowed..
And times just seemed wonderful daily..
The 90's were just great years.
I really miss this home.
Today I'm 18 years old..
My parents sold this home back in 2003.
It's funny because today, I drive pass this home once in awhile and those memories suddenly comes back.
In my heart..
I still live in that heart..
Although I'm there in body.
I'm there in soul.
Are there any special holiday memories you guys have?
:)) TJ AKA HOLIDAYTWINKLE
I get nostalgic all the time, It's not just a place,it can be a smell, the way something looks, or anything and it just gives me that Chrismassy feeling.
One of the best Christmas memories, I think I was five years old or around there, was when my neighbor from across the street showed up in my house around midnight in a santa costume. ( of course i didn't know it was him at the time. ) My dad came upstairs and woke me up, carried me down the stairs and as we were going down, I could hear him ringing a bell and saying ho ho ho. It was SO exciting, and a little frightening, and as soon as my dad and I approached him, he took off out the door with his bag because you're not supposed to see santa of course. It was amazing. I was telling my brother all about it the next morning because he slept through it and I was practically choking on my words I was so excited. cheesy
Thats very cool.
Growing up every Christmas was special and wonderful. My parents made sure we had good memories. I remember one Christmas my dad had helped a local business remodel and they gave my dad all their old decorations, well my dad had our house decked out. He was the one that was into decorating, my mom loved the decorations but was never creative in that department. They passed on a wonderful legacy to me.
And one Christmas Eve after I was married with children it was snowing very heavily and my husband went out to shovel. He was gone a very long time, I was getting concerned. Well it turns out that when he was close to the road shoveling an elderly couple stopped in their car and needed some assistance, the man was sick, so my husband helped them. It's always a blessing to help others and forget your own needs and wants. We were glad my husband was available to come to their aid.
My memories would have to be when I was youngster, watching christmas specials on tv with my dad and my younger brother, and going out and chopping down a tree, just the smell of pine brings back fond memories, and having the whole family and relatives ( I had a very large family with heaps of relatives too) around for christmas day, which were always fun, and since my dad passed away some years ago, it's not the same without him, but we make it special day any way, which would make him proud as he was a big christmas lover as well...
Memories, love them.....Thanks for sharing....:rudolph:
The last memory was a couple of years ago when I started the Christmas decorations, I started with the tree and half way through it started snowing outside which was perfect, not a better feeling than putting up Christmas decorations and its snowing outside.
I wrote down all my Christmas memories a few years back.
A Christmas Tapestry
One of my earliest Christmas memories, I barely remember. I had the flu, and spent several feverish days & nights, laying on the sofa in the living room, watching the fuzzy lights on the Christmas tree blink. To this day, I love to lie on the sofa and almost close my eyes, just leaving them open enough to see the fuzzy lights blinking, like I did so long ago.
I remember going over to my aunt and uncle’s houses or them coming to our house with lots of cousins for Thanksgiving dinner. As soon as we either got home, or everyone left, up went the tree. My mom had old German Christmas albums, and we’d play them and decorate the tree.
One year my mother made a large nativity in her ceramics class, Joseph was about 18 – 24” tall. For years, we’d put that underneath the tree before any presents were put under there, it was beautiful. My daughter and I now put our nativity up on a table, but she does it with me every year.
I remember my mom getting out boxes of Christmas cards, back when it wasn’t the same card per box, but an assortment. We’d go through the whole Christmas card list, and pick out which card should go to which recipient. What a responsibility to make sure everyone got the most perfect card for them!
The house was always a flurry of excitement before church on Christmas Eve. The local news station always had a “Rudolph Watch” on the 6:00 news, so we’d see where Santa was, and wonder what time he’d get to our house.
I remember walking to church for the Christmas Eve service and wondering why on earth we didn’t go to the brown church (Catholic) instead of the white church (Lutheran), because it was sooooo much closer! (Actually about ½ a block, I realize now, :) )
When we walked back home, magically, Santa had been there and delivered presents while were in church. Luckily, I never noticed that my mother always managed to forget her purse in the house and had to run back in and find it while we waited outside for her.
One gift I will never forget is my walking doll. It was almost as tall as me, and when you held her hand, she would ‘walk’ beside you. She had long blond hair just like me, and a beautiful face. But I didn’t get her until Christmas morning. We were eating breakfast, and there was a knock on the door. We wondered who would be stopping by on Christmas morning before church. It was some friends of my parents, and they had a huge box with them. They said they were out for a walk, and saw this box in the middle of the road, so went to get it out so it wouldn’t get run over. They saw that it had my name on it, and figured it must have fallen out of Santa’s sleigh, so they brought it right over. I knew I was very lucky that someone who knew who I was found it for me!
One year, my grandmother had hand crocheted matching vests for all of us little girl cousins. And we all had to try them on and have pictures taken. I’m sure they’re still a bunch of those stuck in photo albums someplace!
The Sears and JC Penny’s catalogs coming in the mail was such a joyous day!
We had a little mop of a dog at the time, and every year, we’d buy her a box of “Liva Snaps”, and tear one corner out before wrapping it and putting it under the tree. It didn’t take long before that nose was twitching and she got her box and started ripping the paper off and had her own little Christmas feast. She only got a couple before Mom or Dad put the box up, but I’m sure it was worth it!
I also remember once, Mom coming up to me in June or July and saying “Here, I hid these for you for Christmas and couldn’t find them – so you can have them now.” Funny enough, this same thing happened to me with my daughter a few Christmases ago, except I found it at the end of January. Like mother, like daughter!
I remember after moving to a new town, and attending a parochial school, that for our Christmas Eve Program, we sang the whole Luke Chapter 2. There was one part when the Adult Choir was up in the balcony singing with us, right after the angels told the shepherds about the Christ Child, and I swear it sounded just like there were angels up there singing “Glory to God in the Highest”, it was so beautiful.
When I started babysitting and had my own money, I remember being so excited to be able to decide what to get for everyone, to plan and shop and wrap. I had never realized before that it truly was more blessed to give than to receive.
I remember one year, I bought my son one of those, I don’t know what you call them, but every doctor or dentist office seems to have one – a bunch of big wooden or plastic beads on twisted wires that they can push around. I had taken it and put it in a larger box. As soon as he had the top of the big box off and saw what it was, he tried to crawl inside the box to get it out; my brother was opening it with him and had to pull him out by the feet to get the gift out.
One year when my son was about 2 1/2, I took him to the mall to see Santa. He would not sit on his lap though. The best I could get him to do was give Santa a hi-five and say “I want toys”.
The next Christmas when he was 3 1/2, he wanted to help me decorate the tree. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reach very high, and hadn’t gotten the concept of spreading the ornaments around. We had 36 ornaments on one branch! I think I did a little strategic reorganizing once he went to bed!
At the Christmas Eve program at our church, the children would always sing Silent Knight in German. The lights would be turned down low in the church, with just a spotlight on the altar and the Christmas trees shining. It brought tears to your eyes.
I remember my daughter’s first Christmas, she was 6 months old and slept through every gift opening we had. However, she was awake for dessert, and sat on my dad’s lap, and got her very first taste of whipped cream – and a love affair started!
It took us a few Christmases to realize this, but every year the boys would get up and rush to the living room to open presents. So my husband and I would quick grab the camera and start snapping away. One year I was looking through the albums, and checked about 3 years worth of Christmas pictures. Sure enough, every year we’ve got pictures of the boys in nothing but tidy whites, opening presents! I think that’s when they all started getting new PJs on Christmas Eve.
I remember the Christmas my daughter was 3 ½,. She was on a combination of a Christmas high and a sugar buzz. Fun if you’re 3, not fun if you’re the Mama of the 3 year old! Anyway, I finally got her into bed with me a little after midnight. It’s just Mama, (Daddy worked 3rd shift at the time) Cora, Barbie, Ken and their new Mustang Convertible, all nice and snug! Needless to say, as soon as Cora fell asleep, the car and all its occupants found its way to the floor.
My work really decorates to the hilt for Christmas; it’s like a Christmas wonderland. And they always have a Christmas breakfast and Toys for Tots toy drive early in December. So, we took her to breakfast and she saw Santa (saw – not talked to or sat on lap, just saw). For years she was totally convinced that I worked at The North Pole.
It was that same year that she finally understood that Christmas is Baby Jesus’ birthday. Then she started telling everyone that Jesus was coming over to our house for birthday cake and ice cream!
One Christmas my sister took my daughter shopping for an afternoon so I could get my stuff at home wrapped. Well, I went to pick her up, and as I'm getting her out of my sister’s truck, she tells me, "Mama, I got you a present". I said, "You did? Wow!" (Notice, I did NOT say "What is it?"!). She then said, "It's a blue vase, but don't tell anyone, it's a secret." :) My lips are sealed!
This has become a yearly tradition now; my daughter goes shopping with her aunt, armed with a $10 bill and an entire Dollar Tree at her disposal! Her older brothers were all thrilled the year they all got plastic dinosaurs! But I just love the pretty vase she gave me, and I still have it in the living room, with pretty white silk roses in it.
When my daughter was 7, it was apparent she was becoming a Christmas-a-holic just like her mother. It was the day after Christmas, we were going somewhere, my husband was driving and she was in the back seat. All of a sudden she said, “Hey, you know what?” “What?” I asked. She cheerfully replied, “There’s only 364 days left until next Christmas!” My husband nearly drove us into the ditch, but I had a huge grin on my face and told her that was exactly right! She’s coming along nicely, ;).
The kids are older now, they get mostly money instead of gifts, and so the most fun one to buy for now is our dog. The first year we had her, we got her a few things for under the tree, and on Christmas morning, she saw the rest of us opening our gifts, and when she finally understood that the one pile was for her, she tore into it with great gusto! The following year she needed no encouragement, she figured out her pile right away, and when hers were all gone, she came over and helped me open mine too. The next year, she couldn’t wait for Christmas morning. She figured out, by smell I assume, a few of her presents, and more than once we caught her trying to sneak them upstairs to open them. Little stinker!
When I was at my Christmas enjoying peak, I think it was between ages 4 and 12, we lived in a neighborhood that was one of those rural midwestern subdivisions with winding roads and cul-de-sacs and several dozen houses seemingly in the middle of nowhere. For several years before we moved in, an old man in the neighborhood had teamed with a local Boy Scout troop for a Christmas fundraiser. They'd sell plastic buckets weighted with some sand and utility candles. Residents in the neighborhood were encouraged to purchase these luminaria and place them along the curbs and their driveways at dusk on Christmas eve. While the old man died shortly after we'd moved in, I have heard that he would place the luminaria out and light them for those who might be out of town or unable to do so themselves. I've also heard that he would order and place extras on the curbs in front of homes that might not be participating. The result was that for those years the entire neighborhood was with candles in white plastic buckets on Christmas Eve. You can imagine how much this was enhanced if we were lucky to have a white Christmas.
When we moved in my, dad was eager to join in this celebration, which was quite an undertaking since we lived on a corner lot and there was a big stretch of road between us and the next home, but every Christmas Eve (except for those unfortunate years when it would be too windy) we'd space out the buckets early on in the day, and just as the sun was setting my dad (and I, once I was big enough) would take the propane torch out and light the candles. Most would stay lit past our return from Christmas Eve at Grandma's house and many would still have a faint flicker when we'd venture out on Christmas morning.
For years after we moved, we'd detour through that old neighborhood on our way home from Grandma's, and, sadly, every year the participation in the luminaria celebration appeared to decline to the point that only a few homes were continuing the tradition.
|All times are GMT -6. The time now is 04:40 AM.|
Powered by vBulletin ~ Copyright ©2000 - 2014, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
Copyright 1991-2013 My Merry Christmas.com