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Childhood Christmas Memories
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One year we went to Lawton, Oklahoma to have Christmas with my Dad's brother and his family. I was probably 5 or 6 years old. It was cold and there was snow on the ground. My first white Christmas as we lived on the Texas Gulf Coast. I remember getting lots of great presents that year, but the best was a toy rifle that had a cork on a string in the end of the barrel and it would POP out when you pulled the trigger. My Aunt made a batch of peanut brittle (no she was not Pentecostal..lol). My uncle told me he was going to set it on the back porch to let it cool, and that I was to guard it because bears might come and get it. They pulled a stool up to the back door so I could see out the window. I sat with my pop gun watching for bears and low and behold if one didn't sneak up and start away with the peanut brittle. I jump off the chair hollering "Bear, Bear" and yanked open the back door and went to chasing it. It made it around the corner of the house heading to the front yard as I came out the door. Then it disappeared before I could catch up. I went back in the back door telling them all about the bear and how it got the candy. They were laughing and telling me how brave I was. Then I noticed my Uncle Tom come in from the front room with a dark woolly sweater, a grin, and a pan of peanut brittle. That was about forty years ago but I can see it clear and sharp in my minds eye. Uncle Tom passed away several years ago, my Dad this year, but it sure helps to remember those great times. |
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14 views and no other stories?????? What's up with that? :penguin |
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I don't think anyone can outdo yours Rev.:)
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As far back as I can remember, we've always had good Christmases.
We always received gifts. Nothing seems to leap out of my memory right now but somehow we always had good Christmases. |
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My Dad worked a blue collar job all his life at an oil refinery. We never had elaborate Christmas' but we sure never went without. I remember getting lots of Tonka trucks and cars over the years. They were supposed to be virtually indestructible. But not when my cousins Joey and Danny got ahold of them. It was a good thing I got the Tonka wrecker.......:jolly
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When I was about four and my sister was six, before Scott was ever even thought of..............we were very poor. My dad was a mechanic back then and mom stayed home with us. For Christmas that year, they bought us some cheap baby dolls and my mom stayed up night after night (after we were asleep) sewing clothes for the dolls. She didn't even like to sew at all - it has always made her nervous. But she did it as a labor of love and I actually still have some of the clothes today. The doll died many years ago. LOL!
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I remember wanting a new bicycle sooooo bad! One Christmas we had opened all of our gifts and I didn't get the bike. I was so sad!
We normally would eat breakfast after we opened gifts. My mother told me that she wanted me to put a load of clothes in the washing machine before breakfast. I went into the laundry room and a huge sheet was spread out over the washer. I removed it so I could put a load in and - THERE WAS MY BICYCLE - A BEAUTIFUL BLUE BICYCLE!!! I jumped up and down clapping my hands. :toofunny My mother always had a special poem or a riddle that led you to your gifts or she would use something like the sheet - but she would always come up with something. I wasn't expecting it that day!!! |
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One year she bought me a beautiful doll house. I spent the morning putting it together, arranging the furniture and then, as tradition would have it, we had to go to my Grandmother's house and then my Aunt's house. I didn't want to leave my dollhouse. lol |
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When I was in fifth or sixth grade I had my "worst" Christmas. I got lots of what I wanted, but I ruined the fun of Christmas morning, yes my Dad made us wait until Christmas morning to open gifts, because I had found every gift that my folks had hidden for me and knew exactly everything I was getting well in advance of the big day. It was fun having the stuff, but there was no big joy in opening it to find what I might get.
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How we normally did Christmas and how we do it now - everyone receives one gift at a time. We all share what we received and then the next set of gifts are passed around. One year we just ripped into our presents. My oldest sister handed everyone all of their gifts at once and we didn't wait. My mother started crying and went into her bedroom shutting the door. We felt horrible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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I grew up in Port Arthur, Texas and was raised on a Pentecostal pew at the First Pentecostal Church. At Christmas time the Church would give each child a brown bag, like you'd take your lunch to school in. It always contained the biggest red delicious apple you ever saw, a giant navel orange, and a small wax paper envelope of hard candy. I didn't care for the candy but I loved that fruit! :santathumb
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That was always the BEST apple and orange....... |
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I miss getting a navel orange and a giant candy cane at church Christmas morning. There were no better Christmas banquets given than those in Elyria, Ohio back in the day. We dressed up in formals, had dates, participated in skits, special Christmas musicals, and had after-banquets for the young people in the church fellowship hall.
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Bump :santaclaus:santathumb:christmoose:gift:bargain :jolly :penguin
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My most memorable Christmas was when I was in the 4th grade. We were at my grandmother's house on Christmas Eve-- and my dad said he wasn't feeling very well so he was going to go home and let Mom and I come home whenever Mom was ready to leave. I didn't think much about it at the time.
When Mom and I got home, I found out why Dad really left early. He'd gone home to let the delivery men bring in my Christmas gift. When I got home that night and went into the living room--there was a piano sitting in the living room with a big bow tied around it. I think it's one of very few gifts I ever received as a child that I still have today. I know what a sacrifice they made to get that piano for me... all because they wanted to encourage my interest in music. Now my children are enjoying that piano.... and I really need to have it tuned again since Michael is wanting to learn to play it. |
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One year when I was about 1st grade, my parents made arrangements for my older cousin to dress up as Santa one night about a week before Christmas. The plan was for him to come to our living room window and knock on it, ho ho hoing. After he got our attention, he was to drop some bags of candies and goodies on the ground below the window. We kids would want to run out and pick up the goodies, of course. But Mom would make sure we put on coats, boots, gloves, scarves and hats before we stepped out the door. During the time that was going to take to get 5 kids assembled to go out, Trigger would make his way down the road waving at us. When he got out of our sight, my dad was going to be there to pick him up and drive him home. And of course, by then, we could go outside to get the loot.
So everything went according to plan. EXCEPT that no one thought about the fact that 3 houses away from us there was a family with 4 kids. Who all just happened to notice Santa walking down the road. Of course, he couldn't get in the car at that point. Nor could he get in at the end of another 1/2 block because there lived a family with 9 kids who all saw him. And on an don it went. He ended up walking about 8 blocks down the road before he could finally get in the car with my dad. I don't know if I can say this is my FAVORITE Christmas memory. But it sure is one of the ones I treasure :santathumb |
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What? No other Christmas stories? :gift
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My uncle would always wrap out presents in huge boxes, you would open it and then there would be another wrapped box and so on... until you got to the real gift. He did that one year to my brother and when my brother got to the smallest box, there was a brick in it. My brother was about 6, I can still remember his face, my uncle hurried to give him his real present before he burst into tears! Adults can be really cruel sometimes!!!! :christmoose
My worst Christmas was the year that my brother was diagnosed with terminal Leukemia on Dec. 1 (my younger sisters birthday). We spent Christmas that year at Childrens Hospital in LA. It has made every Christmas since then so much more special, the realization of what is really important in life, and celebrating another year with my brother being a miracle survivor! (21 years now) :christmasfire |
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hello everyone! although I haven't celebrated this holiday since I married, I have tons of memories! My mother and I were just remembering some of them a few days ago. My father has driven a truck since I was little. It is actually a comfort to him. After being home for a week, he'd become restless and leave for weeks at a time... Memories of the Vietnam War plaqued his mind and driving was his way of "running" from it.... So with that, we saw my father every 5 or 6 weeks. and then it was only for a few days..... but some how, my father was always home for the Christmas holiday. I remember him being in California 2 or 3 days before Christmas and then he always showed up Christmas Eve. He'd fly in no matter what. For a child who loved having her father come home, that was the best present ever..... I also watched how every Christmas, my father would make sure any child in the church, whose parents didn't have much, he would have my mother give them money, or have her go buy gifts for the family........but never wanted them to know who it was from... He still does this to this day.... Sure I had lots of presents... I loved my 3-wheeler I got one year...... soo much fun! lots of dolls and toys.........then clothes as I got older.... But what stands out to me is that my father always made sure he was there to share that time with us... It meant the world to him because he never had that with his family.... Christmas was a sad time for him and if he can make a child smile, especially at this time of year, he'll do it......It's funny because he's know as the grouch and every year he receives a bag of coal from someone! lol... but it's usually in love.....
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My favorite memory is of my cajun Grandma's house and the silver tree with the wheel that turned the tree colors. Grandma got a huge box with fifty dollars taped inside. Dad always gave her money and back then it was like five hundred today since fifty dollars went alot further. I slept on the living room on a fold out cot and loved to watch the tree turn colors.
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My father was a rancher/farmer and even though home every night, he got in late and sometimes we didn't see him at all - up before daylight....... There was always something he had to take care of. At Christmas he would, without fail, drive us to San Antonio to pick out our 12 foot Christmas tree and get it put up properly at home. He always would help my mother string the lights. It was always so much fun when our Daddy was doing something with us!!! :merrychristmas |
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