Traditions & MemoriesThis forum area discusses all the time honored traditions of Christmas. From Christmas trees to mistletoe to great fun with Santa these topics bring us together and inspire great celebration year round. We relish learning of Christmas from all parts of the world and sharing unique cultural traditions from all over. Share your ideas and fond memories here!
The Best of Christmas Sitcoms
My Top Ten list would not be complete without:
All in the Family - Christmas at the Bunkers
Andy Griffith Christmas episode
Dick Van Dyke Christmas episode
Mary Tyler Moore 1st Christmas episode...
Remember when Black Friday was on Friday?
Imagine what will happen if the stores are allowed to stay open all night Christmas Eve until lunch time on Christmas Day! This year, more than 50,000 restaurants, bars, convenience stores and...
My Dog Sam
Dear Abby, I too was picked on when I was a child and I too turned to our dog Queenie. She always gave me love and she always listened. Bless you.
My best had to be my American Girls Felicity doll. She was the top of my list and I even saved up my money to buy her if I didn't get her. Before Christmas I had bought the American Girl sized Christmas tree and had set it up and decorated it in the spare bedroom. On Christmas morning I flew downstairs to find no doll under the tree. I was a bit disappointed and went back upstairs to go back to bed when I saw something beside my little American girl tree. I flipped on the light and it was Felicity. I was sooo happy!
I also have the Felicity doll! What a small world =)
The most recent memorable christmas present I have gotten was a laptop my parents gave me for school 2 years ago.
Who'd have ever guessed that product consumption, popular entertainment, and spirituality would mix so harmoniously?" ~Bill Watterson
When I was 7, Santa gave me the prettiest doll. The best part was she repeated whatever I said. I remember my uncle sleeping on the couch, we were all awake opening our gifts and I just hugged her as if I would lose her if I let go. When I found out she could repeat what I said, the only thing I could think of was "Merry Christmas". The first few attempts didn't work, so my mom told me to say it alittle louder, well. . . you don't have to tell me twice!!! I yelled it out so loud, I woke up my uncle, but I didn't care, because all of a sudden, my dolly spoke: Merry Christmas!!!! Actually, it was loud shreak, but it was still wonderful!!!
It would have to be the year I was about 6 and my older sister Tonya(she was 19) wrapped this huge box and when I asked her who it was for she answered by saying that the gift was for me but of course she wouldn't tell me what it was; she said it would ruin the surprise and that I would have to wait until Christmas morning. No matter how many guesses I guessed and let me telly ya I had some doozies: "Is it a pink sweater?", "how about some slippers?", "maybe a Barbie dream house?"; no matter what I said she wouldn't give me the slightest hint.
Well, when Christmas morning arrived I tore into that box like my life depended on it and low and behold was a Teddy Bear almost as tall and big as the box was in it. He was soft and cuddly with a yellow ribbon around his neck and he was the color of my mother's coffee which was infact the name I had given him. Coffee. I received lots of gifts that year being the youngest of 5 kids and all but Coffee by far was my favorite gift given to me by my favorite sister. Coffee and I had many years together after that and where ever I went there he was in tow. When I turned 13yrs old my mother thought I was much to old to still have a teddy so she threw him out and I was devestated. For years I searched high and low for a bear that reminded me of my Coffee and now at the ripe 'ol age of 32 whenever I see a teddy bear I look see if he will in some way shape or form remind me of my dear and sweet Coffee.
I think it was the year I got my cabbage patch doll. This was back when they first came out and there weren't any to be found anywhere...and even when you could find them they were $50 a piece which was super expensive for our family. It was the only thing I really wanted and my mother had saved her money for months to get enough to buy a cabbage patch for me. Unfortunately, by the time she had gotten enough money, there were none to be had anywhere.
But, my aunt had picked one up and it was still unopened in it's box so she sold it to my mom so I had it under the tree to open Christmas Day.
Mine was a cabage patch doll as well. My mom said we couldn't afford it but I told her Santa would get it for me. Well she took me and my brother to visit him and he gave us each a gift - we both got Cabage Patch Dolls. I was so excited. I guess that is why I beleived in Santa for so long. My parents actually had to tell me that I was too big to visit Stanta and sit on his lap and then they told me the truth. I was 11 before I stopped believing. Too many things happened that made me still beleive. My parents were very good.