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| My favorite Christmas memory is when we were little we always went to my grandma and grandpa's house and after we ate, all the cousin (7 girls from 6-13) would go in the bedroom and make costumes, scripts, and tickets in secret then we would "Suprise" eveyone and put on a big "play" for our parents and grandparents. It is so funny looking back at the videos. We thought we were Broadway actors, but we just ran around in Shepard, lamb, and angel costumes, and sang christmas songs like "Away in a Manger". |
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| Waking up Christmas morning and opening a feed sack full of goodies for my horse. I think I was about 6 ( can't remember exactly). I even got a personalized halter for my horse Petey! I also remember how cool I felt when I got to use the leg wraps on him! Best Christmas ever!   |
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| My favorite Christmas memory was baking cookies and decorating each one with different icing designs with my grandma and mom and then making reindeer food to scatter on the porch and yard so that Santa wouldn't skip our house. |
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  Making the post season
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Location: your guess is as good as mine | Mom, Dad & I would go out & eat Christmas Eve at a restaurant and leave the waiter/waitress a $50 tip for Christmas, then drive around & look at Christmas lights until time to go to the midnight (well...11pm) service at church. Then we'd go home & go to bed...Christmas morning Dad would make orange danish which we'd eat while opening presents, then we'd either have Christmas dinner at home with Aunt Martha or we'd pick up Aunt Martha and drive to NW Arkansas to join Aunt Shirley and all of her kids/grandkids/great-grandkids for a big dinner. |
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"Heck's Coming With Me"
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Location: Kansas | My dad showing me a big skinned place on his leg and telling me one of Santa's reindeer kicked him.......me swallowing it hook, line and sinker. I was a not so very smart little kid.
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Location: Here | Frodo - 2014-12-19 4:36 PM My dad showing me a big skinned place on his leg and telling me one of Santa's reindeer kicked him.......me swallowing it hook, line and sinker. I was a not so very smart little kid.
 
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Location: Arkansas | I have so many wonderful Christmas memories that it is hard to pick just one. But ...
When I was 12, my saddle was absolutely falling apart. My dad had cobbled it back together so many times that I don't think it had any original leather on it and I was outgrowing it. I knew my parents didn't have enough money for me to get a new saddle but somehow that scrimped and saved enough to get me one "from Santa." I don't think they bought each other gifts that year. Even at twelve I realized they must have made sacrifices but looking back now I realize even more. My dad caught my horse and saddled him for me so I could ride around in the yard by flashlight (Christmas Eve night) all bundled up. |
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| Every year on Christmas Eve, Santa and Mrs. Clause came to our house. I fully believed in Santa until the day I saw a Marine tattoo on his wrist. When he handed me my gift, his sleeve pulled back and I saw the tattoo. I knew I had seen this before. A few days later, I was taken to visit my dad at his business. His partner was busy working but I saw that tattoo. I quietly walked up to the man and whispered; "Barney, are you Santa?" To which he replied, "Yes, but don't tell my secret." For another year, I thought Santa was a sign painter in Yuma, Az. OMG, Did Barney and his wife make the BEST Santa couple EVER. It was magic. |
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| tripleE - 2014-12-19 3:46 PM
My son was 4 yrs old and had spend Christmas Eve with his Grannie. She brought him home Christmas morning, they walked in the door and a saddled pony was standing next to the Christmas tree in the living room. The first words out of his mouth were "I didn't ask Santa for a pony"
Priceless! That is too cute and funny! |
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Location: Texas | My best Christmas was when I was 8. I was finally getting my first saddle, not the old hand me down I had rode in. We had went to Mr. Carl ammermans and he measured me so the saddle fit me and something I could ride for a long time. Well saddle came but I wasn't allowed to look in the box of course. Well mom and dad decided Christmas Eve that year I could pick any present. I went for the huge box that had to be the saddle!!! I was all excited as I dug in and it was that old hand me down. I was so mad at them well the next morning that same box was wrapped, it was my saddle. That is one of the best Christmas' I have had. To this day that is still the go to saddle. |
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Location: Wisconsin | I shared mine on FB also. My favorite memory was when my son who is a Pilot in the army (only child)..came home and suprised us for Christmas. Talk about happiness  . Unfortunately not this year as he volunteered to be Pilot on call because all the other young men have children. :( But I do have another...When i was young we used to go to Great Grandmas house, and i had bought her a plastic receipe box and gave it to her for christmas, the first time i had ever done my own shopping at 8 yr old.. i can still remember the look in her eyes, she made me feel top of the world, like she had just gotten a Golden treasure! Bless her heart
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I just read the headlines
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| We live in a small farm community so there are some kiddos whose families are low income. So our elementary/middle school had a Christmas store come every year. My son was in kindergarten and was so excited to be a big boy and do his own shopping. He asked if he could have some money to buy presents. I thought he was buying gifts for his friends, but on Christmas day I found out he had bought presents for me! I still have those Christmas decorations. He was so excited and proud to have picked out my presents all by himself! |
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I AM being nice
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Location: MD | My Mom really loves Christmas! Every year, she would get out all of the trees and decorations and prepare to start doing up the house. We always had a real tree in the living room, but there were artificial trees in each of the other rooms. We would help her get everything out of the attic and then she would tell us to leave her be. We would always check in and ask if we could help her with anything. Her response was always Nope. Without fail, she would get about 3/4 of the way through decorating, start throwing tree limbs around the room and screaming about how she couldn't get any help. She would then officially "cancel" Christmas, get in her car and drive off. Once we were all done laughing, we would finish decorating. Upon Mom's return, she would Ooh and Aah at the job that we had done, tell us how much she loved us and go about singing Christmas carrolls. I think Mom used to hit the eggnog pretty heavily! haha |
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| WrapSnap - 2014-12-21 4:06 AM My Mom really loves Christmas! Every year, she would get out all of the trees and decorations and prepare to start doing up the house. We always had a real tree in the living room, but there were artificial trees in each of the other rooms. We would help her get everything out of the attic and then she would tell us to leave her be. We would always check in and ask if we could help her with anything. Her response was always Nope. Without fail, she would get about 3/4 of the way through decorating, start throwing tree limbs around the room and screaming about how she couldn't get any help. She would then officially "cancel" Christmas, get in her car and drive off. Once we were all done laughing, we would finish decorating. Upon Mom's return, she would Ooh and Aah at the job that we had done, tell us how much she loved us and go about singing Christmas carrolls. I think Mom used to hit the eggnog pretty heavily! haha
LOL! I love this
"That's it! I'm done, I can't get help, you kids don't appreciate anything anyway, Christmas is cancelled. I'm outta here!" (this sounds like me)
Zoooommmmm
You guys laughing hysterically.
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Location: MI | My fave Christmas memory is from high school, and possibly a bit illegal. I leased a horse and became close friends with the owner, Scarlet, and her daughter. There was a nearby park owned by the county that the owner said used to be a Christmas tree farm. The owner of the farm had passed away a few years before, leaving the land to the town, leaving Scarlet in a lurch as she had prepaid for so many years of trees. So on Christmas Eve after the sun went down we went on a renegade mission. Saddled up the horses and under the snowy moonlight found the perfect tree. Hauled it back behind her barrel gelding. I am surprised I didn't lose my feet that night, it was COLD and I wore my cowboy boots, but it still is a fun memory! |
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Location: 100 miles from Nowhere, AR | We had wonderful Christmases growing up. Lots of traditions...making Santa cookies and hot chocolate on Christmas Eve while watching It's a Wonderful Life, me writing a crazy letter to Santa to leave with the cookies telling him how angelic I am and how horrible is my sister, hiding the ornament with my sister's pic on it and putting mine front and center, the 2 of us getting up at 3 am and sneaking into the living room to see what Santa brought with no light except the twinkle lights on the tree (magical), getting our parents up at 6 am to open presents. We still do all that with our own kids, all of us together. I love it!
One of my favorite memories was before we got married, the year my sister had to work Christmas Eve night in the NICU at ACH, 7p to 7a. She was upset about missing out and I was too, so I called her through the night to update her on what we were doing, what the tree looked like at 3 am, so she sort of felt like she was there. We didn't have smart phones back then, so it was all word descriptions. We waited on her to get there before opening presents Christmas morning...
...meanwhile, I broke a mug making coffee. I cleaned it up, but missed a piece. She rolls in, goes to the bathroom.
And screams. Her cat was in there, and apparently cut his foot on the glass without us realizing. There were puddles of blood in the floor, blood on the toilet, blood on the vanity, up the outside of the tub. It looked like a murder scene, or maybe something out of shark week. Merry Christmas, sis.
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Location: Here | Three 4 Luck - 2014-12-20 11:31 AM We had wonderful Christmases growing up. Lots of traditions...making Santa cookies and hot chocolate on Christmas Eve while watching It's a Wonderful Life, me writing a crazy letter to Santa to leave with the cookies telling him how angelic I am and how horrible is my sister, hiding the ornament with my sister's pic on it and putting mine front and center, the 2 of us getting up at 3 am and sneaking into the living room to see what Santa brought with no light except the twinkle lights on the tree (magical), getting our parents up at 6 am to open presents. We still do all that with our own kids, all of us together. I love it!
One of my favorite memories was before we got married, the year my sister had to work Christmas Eve night in the NICU at ACH, 7p to 7a. She was upset about missing out and I was too, so I called her through the night to update her on what we were doing, what the tree looked like at 3 am, so she sort of felt like she was there. We didn't have smart phones back then, so it was all word descriptions. We waited on her to get there before opening presents Christmas morning...
...meanwhile, I broke a mug making coffee. I cleaned it up, but missed a piece. She rolls in, goes to the bathroom.
And screams. Her cat was in there, and apparently cut his foot on the glass without us realizing. There were puddles of blood in the floor, blood on the toilet, blood on the vanity, up the outside of the tub. It looked like a murder scene, or maybe something out of shark week. Merry Christmas, sis.
it's funny now, but at the time not so much.
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Location: Here | I will draw sometime tonight |
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Location: SE Louisiana | I remember my favorite Christmas memory... I was working on my 1st cow dairy... about 7 or 8 days before Christmas the only pet in a herd of about 170 cows had her 3rd calf.She was a Holstein and the biggest pet you ever saw. One of my favorites. She had a hard calving and was paralyzed in her rear end. For the first three days she would try often to get up but she would just fall over... Soon she just quit trying. Twice each day I would go out and bring her food and warm water and clean up behind her.... I found some old blankets to throw over her to keep her warm. My boss told me they almost never got up after being down that long.... This was to be my first Christmas away from my family as the boss wanted me to work so he could be with his family all day.. After milking and doing the cleanup on Christmas morning, I loaded up the usual food and water and went out to see #5.. the down cow... As soon as I walked up with the bucket of water, she stood up.... I was so happy I started to cry... I don't know if that was my best gift ever, but it's the one I remember the best. |
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