2. FROM PINKIE~~I was six years-old.
My Mother and
Daddy were quite young and had just
moved to a new town, far away from
family and friends. My Daddy had a new
job and his first paycheck had not
arrived. However, my parents had
ordered our Christmas from Sears and
paid for it with money they had saved.
It was Christmas eve...my Mother was
crying and I didn't know why. My Dad,
just sat and stared at the phone. My
little sister and I were told to go
upstairs to our room and that we could
come down in just a little while.
You see, Sears had cashed the check,
but our toys did not arrive for
Christmas. This left my parents with no
money. I didn't know, but my Dad had
made a phone call while we were in our
room. He had called my Grandparents.
At about midnight, my Grandmother and
Grandfather arrived. WE WERE SO
THRILLED! After a short visit, we were
sent to bed.
That Christmas eve, my Grandfather and
my Mother and Dad, (Grandmother stayed
with us...) drove for MILES! they
found a toy warehouse that was open and
bought us toys( and the prices were all
reduced!) My Grandfather bought me a
beautiful new bike and the most
beautiful doll I have ever had.
My parents had hoped the toys would
come, but at 5 pm on Christmas eve, it
was obvious that they would not arrive.
They were heartsick and didn't know what
else to do...so they called Grandma and
Grandpa. My Grandparents must have
jumped in the car and taken off as soon
as they received the call. They had to
drive for several hours, and the weather
was terrible. I didn't know about this
until I was much older.
It was the best Christmas we EVER
had. Not just because of the toys and
presents, but there was so much love in
our home that day. We were all together
and my Mother played the piano and we
sang. My Grandmother cooked, as
always...and Granddaddy just sat and
laughed a lot. My Mother and Daddy were
so grateful.
And they say there is no Santa....I
know better....he looks just like my
Grandfather...and Mrs. Claus looks just
like my Grandmother.
3. FROM BILLY TURNER (TheTurners)~~I
grew up on a
share-corp farm in north Alabama. If you
=don't know what a share-corp farm is,
it
meant that we were poor folks.
On Christmas Dad always had
Santa bring to each child (I was #10 of
12) a box of fruit, nuts, and candy in
addition to anything else that we may
get.
One Chirstmas Eve my dad sat
us all down and explained to us that the
crops had been short and the expenses
had to be paid. There was absolutely no
money left for Christmas and Santa
Claus. My dad was a very honest and
caring man and we knew that he was
telling the truth. This did concern each
one of us very deeply, but we have
always been a very loving family and we
stuck together and did not let Dad see
our dissappointment.
We very seldom saw tears in
Dad's eyes, but this was one of those
times. As he walked away from us he was
crying. Daylight turned to darkness and,
as usual, we began to snuggle into our
old farm house for the night. Our
dirveway was about a quarter mile long
and there was one old light bulb to
light the large front porch. Sometime
after we had shut all doors and were
,about to retire to our beds for the
night, there was some noise on the front
porch and our old dog began to bark. Dad
turned on the porch light, ran out onto
nthe front porch just in time to see
Santa Clause, or at least someone in a
Santa suit, disappear into the darkness
down the driveway. As Dad stopped and
looked around him there on the porch
were several bags of fruit, a large box
of assorted candies, and a gift for each
member of the family.
This incident took place in
the late 1950's and just before my dad
died in 1983 he told me that has never
known who that Santa Claus was.
I don't know who it was
either, but I do know that I have never
forgotten that Christmas.
4. FROM BARRONMAK~~ My most memorable
Christmas occured when I was a child of
about 5 or 6 years of age. I loved
animals then, as I do now, but my father
was unaccustomed to owning pets. He had
always been too busy supporting his
siblings to have time for any kind of
animals. His constant reply to my
request for a dog was, "We don't need
any animals."
My mother was sympathetic to my desire
for a dog, but she understood my
father's reluctance to own any animals.
That Christmas, as usual, my only
request of Santa was for a puppy. My
parents had explained that Santa
probably didn't have any puppies
available that year.
On Christmas morning I was awakened by a
little brown ball of fur licking my face
as I lay in bed. I couldn't believe it
when I opened my eyes and looked into
the most adorable little black eyes I
had ever seen. That was the year I
received "Lucky" for Christmas, and I
could not believe how lucky I was that
Santa happened to have a puppy just for
me . Lucky was my pet all through my
childhood, until he finally had to be
put down because of his age. My father
grew to love Lucky as much as I did. and
my mother spoiled him regularly. He was
my best Christmas present ever,,,my
first dog.
5. FROM I_BE_DAN~~ I was 5 or 6 years
old and we lived in New Jersey. I snuck
downstairs early on Christmas morning to
see if Santa Claus had come. I saw lots
of gifts under the tree. I found one
with my name on it and ran back to my
room with it. I opened it and found a
glass Garfield bank in it. After I had
it opened, I got scared. I couldn't
wrap it back up because I had ripped the
paper. I wished I had thought of that
earlier. There was a porch roof right
outside my window, so I decided to open
the window and set the bank on the porch
roof so I could get it later. There was
snow and ice on the roof so when I put
the bank out there, it rolled half way
down the roof. It was just too far for
me to get. Later when we opened all the
presents, my mom knew one was missing
because my sisters and I got the same
number of presents. They also got a
Garfield bank. My mom spent a lot of
time cleaning her bedroom that day.
Later I learned that she thought she had
lost it in the closet. Nothing was ever
said about my bank. We continued to get
snow so it kept the bank on the roof
covered. Around March or April, my mom
was cleaning in my room and happened to
look out the window and saw the Garfield
bank. By now, the box was completely
destroyed so she knew the bank was in
there. She didn't even get mad at me.
She just started to question me while
she was laughing. I told her that
Santa must have dropped it out of his
sleigh. We never got the
bank off the roof cause it was too steep
and not safe. We moved soon after that
and then the house was demolished. I
guess the guys that demolished it got a
glass Garfield bank.
6. FROM SPEEDYBJ~~ Gee to go back in
time...lol...1951 ......oh what a
Christmas that was....at the age of 4 i
surely did belive in Santa...My dear
mother was a small lady ,with a big
heart and times were ruff for my mother
being that she had 3 small children and
no man around to help out ...dad was
always searching a dream and never
home...but this Christmas was so
memorable because i had wanted but one
thing and that was a pair of shoe
strings for my shoes....that Christmas
night in 1951 as i climbed the stairs to
my bed room ...i just could not sleep
...so i just sat on the floor looking
out the window waiting for Santa...Gee i
must of fallen asleep because when i
woke i was still on the floor and off
down the steps i went and to my surprise
Santa had left one gift with my name on
it ...as i hurried to open it mom was
just watching me with the biggest simile
across her pretty face and then i
looked in side of the box and sure
enough i got my shoes strings......i was
one happy little girl.!!
7. FROM GPWALL~~ This was in
Texas, I am not sure what year, I must
have been 3 or 4 years old. My mother
had left us and it was my dad and two
=older sisters, (10 years and 7 years
older than me). My cousin had the most
beautiful doll I had ever seen and I
wanted one so bad and would ask Santa
for one every time I saw him. On
Christmas morning there by my stocking
was my beautiful doll and I named her
Mary. She was almost as big as I was and
I was so proud of her. After I played
with her for a while, my dad sat me on
his lap and started bouncing me and
said, " your doll is pretty, but I have
the prettiest doll of all and mine is a
real live doll". As an adult I learned
that this was during the depression and
money was slim to none. I am not sure my
sisters even got a gift from Santa that
year, so I could have my beautiful doll.
Even tho times was hard, my dad made
sure Christmas was always special for us
girls. My dad is no longer with us, but
he was a very SPECIAL DAD.
8. FROM TAMI~~My most memorable
Christmas happened just a few years ago.
Thinking back over the years, as a
child, young adult and even a mom of 2
sons, I've had many nice Christmases and
many that were spoiled by my ex-husband.
I actually grew to dread Christmas
because I knew it meant fighting while
putting up the tree, arguing over
spending too much money on gifts, the
tantrums he had while trying to put the
toys together Christmas day just made me
hate the Holidays. I left my ex in '87
and met the most wonderful man! Bryan's
and my first Christmas together is my
most memorable. He came to my brother's
house, where I was living on Christmas
eve, like a smug little boy who knew a
"secret". He seemed so bashful, shy
almost child-like. He handed me a small
elegantly wrapped box and as I opened
it, he had the largest smile on his face
I'd ever seen. Inside the box was the
most beautiful diamond heart shaped
necklace! (I later learned he had
skipped his truck payment to buy that
necklace! But it made me love him even
more!). I learned that year what
Christmas is really about, no fighting,
no arguing, just all the love the world
has to give! He could've given me a
simple, inexpensive gift and I would've
loved him just the same. Peace of mind
was the gift I really received!
9. FROM DOEDY~~ The most
memorable moments of Christmas, in my
life...are those from the LOVE of
our JESUS that are~
repetional....His LOVE and Presence
within my life is very real and very
repetional! Though I can't remember some
moments in my life, I have NEVER ceased
to remember our Jesus. So I have to say,
"JESUS is my most memorable Christmas! I
haven't forgotten that HE has BLESSED me
with the JOY of CHRISTMAS everyday~with
my "darlin" Husband, and our Precious
Family, and SPECIAL Friends. Though I
can't remember each unique "Star" as I'm
traveling THIS Journey, I remember
JESUS~ and the Blooming Lights from HIM
and each of HIS unique "Stars!" EVERYDAY
is my most memorable CHRISTmas! Love
to you and your families~WITH JESUS
! HUGS XOXO
He is no fool who gives what he cannot
keep to gain what he cannot lose....
10. FROM N5156~~ Starts out sad but
ends
up happy.As a child I never knew
Christmas,but after I got married and
had children,it made up for the past.I
loved the nite before Christmas when the
kids would get there stockings..knee
socks,,or daddy's socks..we get a nail
and hammer ..nail them up in the
kitchen...then get milk and cookies for
santa...even put a doilies on the table
for santa..Then off to bed..Then later
in the evening we would go off to
midnite Mass.It was such a clear
nite..stars were out...the snow was
glistening(we walked to church)that was
in the 50's.. In the morning ..such a
joy to see the smiles on their faces..it
is so easy to please them when they are
little....little dolls,trucks....Now I
am blessed with so many children, and
many more memories it has made up for my
childhood....Merry
Christmas!!
11. FROM ERNIEBLIVOTS~~ I
have to
share 2 stories with you!
The first was when my son (who is 28
now) was about 9 years old. He was a
wonderful little boy, full of
questions... expecting the 'all knowing
Mommie' to have the answers. One Sun
after church and dinner he came into the
kitchen, sat at the table, put his chin
in his hand and said "Mom, I have a
question"... I knew whatever it was, it
was important to him... so I asked what
he wanted to know. His question was "How
could Mary have Baby Jesus, and still be
a virgin?".... Well... then "I" had to
sit down!!!
I began to explain the Jesus' was a
'miracle birth'! And, thank goodness, he
accepted that!
This is the secnd
story.
My little Whitney was born with
a few problems and required major
surgery at 6 months. The surgery was
done on Dec. 23. She was in intensive
care for several days. One morning the
doctor came into her room and said
"Merry Christmas" and I cried, because I
didn't evern realize it was Christmas
day! Our little girl had major cranial
facial surgery and didn't resemble a
baby at all. He asked why I was crying
and I said it was so hard to see her
like that. He said "Don't worry... when
I'm done, she'll be a Miss America"...I
said... "I'll be happy with a Miss
Ohio!!" During that day a nurse
brought in a huge wrapped gift... it was
from a stranger - to any child in the
hospital on Christmas Day. How
amazing!!!! It was a huge stuffed
Christmas Moose! Chris Moose!!!!! We
still have him and love him and our
beautiful little girl is doing great!! I
know now that I will never forget the
Christmas that I
forgot!!!!
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. FROM JUKEBOXLADY~~ Every Christmas
Eve. we would get together with my
husbands brother and family. Their
children that were the same age as ours.
We would always have a Santa stop by
our home with a few presents that we
would leave out for him....Well we knew
the kids were getting older and thought
we would skip hiring a Santa for that
year...The door bell rings and here
stands a Santa....Well something that
looked like a Santa...I thought my
sister-in-law had hired him to suprise
us...Well my sister-in-law thought the
same thing...We invited him in...he sat
there and didn't talk to any of us
LOLOL..He didn't even want to
leave...The kids were whispering between
themselves and finally we just said
Thank You Santa for stopping to see
us...My hubby gave him some money
outside and he went on to ....I don't
know..maybe the next house..LOL.....That
was probably 15 years ago now...but we
still laugh and talk about the Santa
that no one hired...
13.
FROM RMMA~~The year was 1984, we lived
in a little town called Jeffrey City, in
Wyoming. We had no family there, and all
our family lived in Montana. In the
seven years that we had lived there we
had only been home for christmas once
and had vowed to never try it again, the
weather was always to unpredictable to
travel.
This year tho...something kept
telling me that we had to go home for
christmas. When my husband asked me what
I wanted for christmas that year, I
said,"I want to go home." The week
before christmas hubby finally said, "ok
we will go home for christmas if that is
what you really want." The weather had
been beautiful hadn't had any snow yet,
so on the morning of the 23rd of Dec.
the six kids, the dog and hubby and I
all packed into our two door old car and
headed for Montana.
The trip is an eight hour
drive and everything was going great,
crossed the state line into Montana and
got to about the halfway point when the
snow hit. It was snowing and blowing,
you couldn't see anything and by the
time we got to Laurel, Mt. we were
pushing snow up past our headlights and
hubby says no more, we are staying right
here till this stops. The kids thought
this was real great we found a motel,
they gave us a room that was a
kitchenette and had three beds, the two
oldest boys and I fought the snow to go
to the store and found things we could
fix for supper that night. We had never
stayed in a motel with the kids before
so they thought it was great.
We woke up the next morning
early so we could get on the road, here
it was the 24th and still had all our
shopping yet to do, but it was 40 below
zero outside that morning and the car
would not budge along with half the
towns vehicles. We finally got back on
the road tho, there were semi's jack
knifed on the freeway but the roads were
passable and we finally made it to our
destination. Dumped the kids of at
gramma and grampa's and headed for town
to do our shopping before the stores all
closed, let me tell you the kids were a
bit worried that santa wouldn't come if
we hadn't made it all the way lol.
Christmas Day we woke up to a
beautiful morning, santa had come, and
we were with family. Later in the day we
went out to my parents home to spend the
day with them. My dad called me aside
and gave me some money to cover what we
had spent for the motel room, bless his
heart and they had gotten me a beautiful
bathrobe for christmas so I had to try
it on to make sure it fit lol. It was a
great day, nothing special or fancy,
just being with the ones we loved was
enough.
Now you are probably wondering
to your selves, ''why was this so
memorable"? Well something had been
telling me way before christmas that
this would be the last christmas to be
with my dad, I never told anyone of my
feelings. My dad had heart problems and
Leukemia. Dad passed away on the 4th of
May...I got to spend the last few days
with dad...but it was our last
Christmas, I love you Dad and I know you
will be watching over on this Christmas
Day. 14.
FROM GRAMALADY~~ I live in Richmond
Hill, Ontario, Canada (about 10 miles
north of Toronto) with my daughter
(Chris), my grandaughter (Meghan), and
my grandson (Devin).
It was Christmas, 1973 when my daughter
was 10 years old and we went to see
Santa Claus in the Mall. My daughter
asked Santa for a Thumbelina doll. My
late husband and I bought her the
Thumbelina doll, which moved its' arms,
legs and body, just like a newborn baby.
On Christmas Eve, I was wrapping the
doll from Santa and decided to see how
it worked. (Actually, I just wanted to
play with it for awhile, as I love
toys.) I was sitting in the living room,
playing with the doll, when my daughter
came downstairs and I didn't even notice
her standing there looking at me. I
don't know how long she was there but
she finally came over to me and asked
what I was doing? My heart dropped. Here
I was, playing with her doll from
Santa!!! I didn't know what to say, so I
told her, I was just making sure that
the doll Santa had brought to her,
worked. HaHa. She turned to me and said
"Mom, why are you so upset"? The kids at
school have told me that there is no
Santa Claus but I keep believing because
you believe. I told her, that just
because I believe in Santa, she did not
have to. I explained to her, that she
can believe in whatever she wants to,
not just because someone else does. It
was her choice. She gave me a hug and
kiss and went back to bed. The next
morning, she was overjoyed by the
Thumbelina doll that Santa had brought
her. Not another word has been spoken to
this day, about believing in Santa
Claus.
To this day, my daughter, teenage
grandchildren and myself still believe
there is a Santa Claus.
Wishing all my friends much happiness
for the balance of 1999 and in the
coming year 2000.
Love - Gramalady - Ontario, Canada
15. FROM MARLAGENE~~ A Christmas I
remember.
The year would be 1973. We lived at Big
Sky Montana. We had christmas at our
house that year. There was my sister
Rita and her husband Bill and then
there 4 children: Joey, Billy, Lesslie
and Melissa. There were my mom and dad
and Gramma Hines. all the presants
were opened and there was still one
left. Yup it was for Me!!!! Now
to get the just of the story i have to
go way back to when sis and i was kids
and i was about 5 years old and she was
8years old. LOL.. See my Gramma Hines
had bought me a pair of plastic high
heals for my birthday one year. I was
so proud of them. Well Rita wanted to
wear them so i let her and they got
broke. I was devastated and never
let her forget it. LOL right on this
christmas there was a special present
under the tree. To my surprise when i
opened it up was a orange pair of
plastic high heals LOL...Oh boy did we
laugh.. Needless to say it was my
daughter Nicci that got them... But sis
said "I better not hear i owe them
to you anymore." that year
was special. i got a 4 generation
picture twiceof: Rita, Missy, Me,
Nicci, Mom and our Gramma Hines.........
........marla
16. FROM STELLABYRD~~ One of my
favorite christmas stories has to do
with my brother. My brother Danny had
gone shopping early in the year and got
a present for my mom. Around about
September my mom was in the kitchen
washing dishes when my brother walked in
with a brown paper bag. "I can't take it
anymore, Merry Christmas Mom." Mom
opened the bag and it was a hand mixer.
She told Danny how much she loved it.
Then she put it with her christmas
presents and she wrapped it up and put
her name on it. On christmas she opened
it and acted so surprised. That was a
good christmas. (my mom is MelloMarsha
and my brother is I_BE_DAN)
17. FROM ANGELRAY3~~ The Most memorable Christmas I can think of is when my Grandma was not there for Christmas. I was looking around the house. Then when I got older I understood she was dead. And mostly the Holidays I miss her.How she used to make cookies,pies, and other good stuff. I know she can not make that anymore.It was hard for mom that Christmas after.I still think of her favorite cookies(gingerbread).
18. FROM SWEET_13_2000~~ The Christmas I remember the most is when I was about 4 and my younger sister was 2. I remember this one the most because it was the year before my grandma died. We just moved in and it was Christmas time. And my sister and I always had my parents read "The Night Before Christmas." That was our favorite book before we went to bed on Christmas Eve. My grandparents were there and were sitting on the edge of the bed. Then next morning when my sister and I woke up it was about 6:00. And the rule was you couldn't open any presents until everyone was up. My dad was already awake pretending to be sleeping. And then we went and woke up everyone in the house yelling and halloring and we went down stairs to the tree. My sister and I were waiting for eveyone to come down so we could open them. Finally they all came down. So then my sister and I started opening our presents and i remember getting a barbie doll (can't remember the name) and my sister just stared at it. So i sit it down and went to more presents and so did she. Finally when our presents were opened we went and got my mom, dad, and grandparents presents also and gave them to them. After that was done my other grandparents came and we got more presents. And then my sister stated chewing on it. I started yelling and chasing her around she was laughing. She still had the doll though. So i finally got it back. Then after all of that she started again. So my mom put my things up so she couldnt eat them or chew on them. Like my Easy Bake oven. So that is my most memorable christmas
19. FROM RANDYW~~ Mine is from just about 10 years ago. My two girls were 18 mos & 3 years old. We had got them a Powers Wheel Jeep that Christmas and my wife and I hid it on the porch. My oldest one was snooping on the porch and I ran to hide it. Well I hit the tool box and broke my big toe and spent Christmas Eve in the hospital untill around 8:00 pm. When I finialy got home I had this jeep together and get covered before they got up. I crawled in to bed at 4:00am and they got up at 5:30 am. I had borrowed my dad's viedo camra and was taping the kids reaction as they came into the room where the christmas tree was. After opening some presents , my youngest one had got a pack of socks and was running to me yelling Socks, Socks. Well she hit my broken toe and I screamed, but all was well [ except for some pain ]. There was a letter on the tree from Santa and mom read it to them. It told to look over by a big lamp we had and they found their jeep. They did some test driving in the house {running over my toe every time I got up]. With all pain I still had a great day, even if it was My Birthday, flatten toe and all. I would never trade that Christmas for nothing. 20. FROM ELSTETS~~ I was born in NJ in 1919. As a boy growing up, Christmas morning was spent visiting our cousins. Since we did not get many gifts, other than organization donations, we enjoyed our relative's gifts. As a young teen through my twenties, a group from our church went caroling to shut-ins. I played trumpet and baritone. As my sons came along, they would go with me and play their trumpets too.
For many years, I played Santa for schools and many homes during the month of December, even on Christmas morning. I guess one outstanding time was 1980. I visited my son, Bruce, who was the Pastor of the Wesleyan Church in Westfield, PA. My first wife had died that year, so it was my first one alone. That evening during a heavy snow storm, the church people went caroling. It was a beautiful night in the mountains. The next day, (Christmas), Bruce took me up on a mountain to see a bed-ridden girl. It was a thrill to make Santa visit the girl.
It was a pleasure to bring joy to so many over the years. Now at 80 years old, I can no longer do this. But I enjoy the holidays with my present wife, who was the very first girl I dated in the 1930's.
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