What is your favorite Christmas Memory? Mine goes back to the early 1950's. My 2 brothers and I had gotten up at like 4 am and ran downstairs. We were not allowed to open any wrapped gifts until Mom and Dad got up. But there was always one or two gifts for each of us under the tree that weren't wrapped. So we played with those. About 5 am I got sleepy and got a couple of coats to use as a blanket and laid on the floor near the heater. The dog, a rat terrier named Bounce, came and laid down with me. I covered him up too. And we soon fell asleep. About 6:30, Mom and Dad got up and we all opened our gifts. Later Mom went to pick up the coats and out jumped the dog. It scared her so bad she had to go sit down she was shaking so bad. This happened when I was about 7 years old and I remember it just like it happened last year. I will be 65 years old this next year. Take a minute and think about your childhood memories and cherish every one of them.
my favourite christmas memory is running into my brothers room with my stocking off Santa and my brother and i looking through our stocking gifts then going downstairs and opening presents with my mum and dad Christmas was the only time of the year I remember my brother and I not fighting about something, my brother who was older than me not once let it slip that Santa did not exist and I am really grateful for that, he let me enjoy the thought for as long as I could.
We always celebrated on Christmas Eve. After a wonderful dinner, we would go for a walk around the block to look at all the Christmas lights and maybe get a glimpse of Rudolph and the team. When we returned, we would find that Santa had been to our house and we would open our presents. One year we decided to go for our walk while Mom was making dinner. We came home so excited until we realized that Santa had not been. Well, you have never seen 2 children picking at their dinner like us...we were soooo upset! Finally my father insisted that my sister and I go down to the basement and get him a beer. We were ecstatic to discover that there was a decorated tree with lots of presents downstairs! I think I will always remember that. My mom told us years later that she felt so bad and made sure we never felt that disappointment again.
My parents wedding anniversary was on Christma eve. So Mom would choose one gift for us to open while they were opening their anniversary gifts. It was always a new nightgown for me and a pair of pajamas for my brother. I continued that tradition with both my daughters and Lisa has continued it with her boys. Also on christmas morning my brother and I would wake up about 4 a.m. I would sneak into his room, he would already be awake and we would spend the next several minutes discussing who would sneak into our parents room to wake up Mom. Mom and Dad, in the meantime, were laying in bed listening to us and waiting to see which one of us was the brave one....it was always me. Neither of us was brave enough to wake up Dad He was the perverbial 'bear' before having his first cigarette and cup of coffee in the mornings. And he had a routine too...he wanted the tree lights on and the christmas music playing on the record player before we came into the room.
In Norway, we celebrate Christmas Eve. Dinner is served at 17.00, and the grown-ups always spend a very long time at their dinner while the children wriggle and twitch and glance constantly at the presents under the tree. It's the worst kind of torture anyone could dream up! And is probably good for our character. We allow the girls to pick one present each to open on Christmas Eve morning, to help them pass time quicker. Since both my husband and I had very similar Christmas traditions, we've just continued what our parents and grandparents started, and have adapted a bit to implement the few differences. When I was about five or six, I got a present under the tree from my big hero Matt Dillon, Sheriff of Dodge City. A lovely hat, vest, star and gun with holster. I think I was the happiest little girl in Norway that evening!
When we grandkids were nearly "too old" for all that stuff, and my grandma was very old. I spent a weekend in December with her. She said she wasn't going to bother with a tree that year, I got up early and went out in the snow, searched about 20 acres of the hill, and found a perfect little tree. Set it up in a washtub with bricks to hold it steady and decorated it. The look on Grandma's face. That's my best memory.
I've had so many favorites.Its to hard to pick anyone favorite but any when my husband ,Dennis and my mom and dad. Christmas now is a really sad time for me.
Oh Glendann, that is my problem. Christmas was my dad's favourite time of the year and he made it so very amazingly special for my sister and I, that now we don't have him, it is always tinged with sadness, and we always raise the first drink at the Christmas table and toast the old coot. I can't narrow down one memory, but my sister was always up by 4am and my dad was a milkman and back then when we were little, he would go and deliver on Christmas morning so she would wait until he got home - he would go extra early and would normally stagger in by 6am. Mum would sit with Katie and she would be allowed her annuals and they would read them whilst waiting. I was sound asleep! Then, once dad was home, a jug of coffee would be made and taken up to mum and dads bedroom where out pressies were and as he snoozed, we would open our gifts. Always spoilt rotten! My memory now is I guess is watching the kids faces light up when they see Santa has been. We too go out on Christmas Eve for a drive, kids in their PJ's, all snuggled under blankets with cookies to munch on, looking at all the pretty lights in the neighbouring villages. Oh I am a sucker for Christmas! oh, fish_4_all, to this day, my sister believes she saw Santas boot as he walked passed her bedroom and then she heard the reindeer on the roof of our house. She is now 35.
Christmas is undoubtedly for children. Our son is now 38 and there are no grandchildren, as he is single and likely to stay that way. He who used to get up at 4 am on Christmas morning, now sleeps til noon on Christmas Day. This year we put up outside decorations, but nothing inside. Not even a tree. He works at Wal Mart and by the end of Oct. is so sick of Christmas it's not even funny. So I satisfy my Christmas cravings by watching all the old movies about Christmas. When my son was little, all the nice gifts, toys, games etc. came from Mom and Dad. Underware and clothes all came from Santa. To this day at age 38 if he gets a gift from Santa he knows ints underware!
