tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post5743657192514878007..comments2009-07-15T06:52:30.188-07:00Sharon Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06921399181920034093noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-72493424730727275912008-12-05T05:00:00.000-08:002008-12-05T05:00:00.000-08:00

We grew up very poor and to have a tree was hard enough for my parents....so one year, we had the Invisible Christmas tree. No Joke....Dad hung lights fron the ceiling and shaped them into a cone style by attching them to the flooor boards of the old farm house we lived in. Christmas Morning was so exciting for us, Santa even leaves presents under invisable trees! Dad said he would because he

Tina Swainhttp://hexpressoneself.etsy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-26472156253986217712008-12-04T18:00:00.000-08:002008-12-04T18:00:00.000-08:00

Back in the days of hardwood and linoleum floors, slippers were a must, especially in the winter.<BR/>As Christmas approached, I would sneak out of bed and being unable to find my slippers, would tip-toe down the cold hall to the living room, where the Christmas tree sat in the corner. I would plug the lights in, sit over the heat register with my nightie tucked under my cold feet and allow the

lkallenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09024621703704440311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-60804898757003016842008-12-03T22:11:00.000-08:002008-12-03T22:11:00.000-08:00

My favorite memory is that I got engaged on Christmas Eve. This was 23 years ago and we are still happily married. Have a wonderful Christmas time! Julia

Julia S.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-58219580993049230222008-12-03T20:32:00.000-08:002008-12-03T20:32:00.000-08:00

I have enjoyed reading everyone's stories and can relate to many of them. There are so many memories that come to mind. My Dad worked construction so there were many years my parents struggled to buy gifts for five kids, but we never would have suspected. We always got the things we wanted and there was always a feast with my Mom's famous pies....she was a fabulous cook. Oh how I miss her,

Leslienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-7866519976356092412008-12-03T19:54:00.000-08:002008-12-03T19:54:00.000-08:00

I was 5 yrs od and due to my parent's divorce, my mother and I had moved back to her home on the farm. I had brought my beloved cat on the trip with us and naturally, she disappeared on the farm. After being gone 6 months, everyone had given up hope of finding her. My mother asked me on Christmas Eve what I wanted most for Christmas. I replied "I want my cat to come home". Suddenly, there

Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-20146545236695433632008-12-03T16:53:00.000-08:002008-12-03T16:53:00.000-08:00

Wow, I've enjoyed reading everyone's holiday stories!! Mine is not so "exceptional". It's the memories of the *tradition* of Christmas that I love....the dependable, steadfastness of what happened in my home during the Christmas season. My Mom always baked cookies....and always had a kitchenfull of my friends over to decorate them. I'm afraid most of the nonpareils, Jimminies and crystal

LuniLadihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16643422066778691118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-74419284082132993392008-12-03T14:54:00.000-08:002008-12-03T14:54:00.000-08:00

My favourite memory is of a homemade Christmas. Usually for Christmas we received some clothes, candy and bath salts or similar. This one year, my treasured doll's pram had a makeover. My mum had made a new dress for my doll, sheets for the mattress, a quilt and a pillow with pillow case. It was so beautiful, and I still remember it as my favourite Christmas ever. I try and continue the

Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11319509488725838171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-34641832914865622582008-12-03T14:41:00.000-08:002008-12-03T14:41:00.000-08:00

I would hate to have my comment go astray after so much typing, to me it is akin to mountain climbing in its level of difficulty.My holiday story is when I was about 10yrs old and not much of a swimmer, just able to tread water(almost,not really). I went to a pool at a seaside resort that had one of those sloped bottoms where one minute you are touching the bottom and the next you are out of your

Lee hyneshttp://www.artrato3.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-27446071835943835942008-12-03T14:20:00.000-08:002008-12-03T14:20:00.000-08:00

Loved reading these Christmas memories, I have so many Christmas stories but will share 1 with you as requested.<BR/>We always go to Spain and this particular year when Jazz was 4 he put out biscuits, carrots and drinks for Santa and the reindeers. He then went off to bed happy, chatting excitedely to his brother Dwain and sister China. Very soon they fell asleep. About 5 in the morning 3

Dawn Goldhttp://goldbettyboop.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-89988630498832421892008-12-03T13:14:00.000-08:002008-12-03T13:14:00.000-08:00

My favorite Christmas memories are about decorating the tree. Every year, my husband treks out early in December to find the perfect live tree. Our children come home and we decorate while singing along to all the German Christmas music. The kids invite all the friends who have no relatives in town or those whose families don't celebrate Christmas. We sort through all the ornaments and have a

Janethttp://www.janetplanet.canoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-84584508305437416942008-12-03T11:42:00.000-08:002008-12-03T11:42:00.000-08:00

When I was 6 I absolutely adored my first grade teacher!! So much so that I had decided I wanted to be a teacher, too. She would let me have leftover work sheets, pencil stubs, paper clips...anything that she could spare. I would take these treasures home and play school endlessly with my siblings and parents. For Christmas that year I wanted a "teacher" desk. Not any desk, mind you. No, I

cleddynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-62309102130644240982008-12-03T10:53:00.000-08:002008-12-03T10:53:00.000-08:00

My father was a photography nut<BR/>(but a good one) and every Christmas when my brother and I <BR/>were little we couldn't just run<BR/>downstairs and see what Santa brought.....we had to wait to come<BR/>down the stairs until Dad has his<BR/>movie camera set up to take our<BR/>pictures.....now I love to look at<BR/>those movies....

Jan C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17074657397424442340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-59974776345438187682008-12-03T10:04:00.000-08:002008-12-03T10:04:00.000-08:00

my special memory revolves around a ceramic ornament. <BR/><BR/>it was a girl in a red coat with a wite trim. painted on<BR/>she was holding something..i am not sure anymore what that was<BR/> <BR/>i was always the one who unwrapped that ornament and placed it on the tree...<BR/><BR/>i have fond memories of the ornament to this day.<BR/><BR/>:)<BR/><BR/>thanks sharon for reminding me of the

Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01461052958724348120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-41928966096001900302008-12-03T09:37:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:37:00.000-08:00

I remeber the time I was peeking at presents under the tree and the tree fell over on top of me...My grandma luckily came in and helped me get it back up.. but wait oh no that didn"t stop me later i went peeking again and it fell again and yes she came to the rescue again scolded me this time and threatened to tell my Mom...Well that worked i quit doing that and never did again. On the more

Ina Ftacekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08034687692790013835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-2705571603985054512008-12-03T09:26:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:26:00.000-08:00

My favorite holiday memory is when I was first married and worked Christmas eve night. I came how to a toasty fire and the tree lit up and I think back on that happy uncomplicated time of my life.<BR/>Barb

craftirnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10908288201819743815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-78047012799292350472008-12-03T09:19:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:19:00.000-08:00

One of my favourite memories was a few years back when we spent the holidays with my in-laws. They had a houseful of cats and no room for a Christmas tree. Rather than disappoint their grandchildren (my kids), they got some paint and some blank cds and, with the kids, painted a mural on the wall in the dining room. The cds were "ornaments" the the kids decorated and then tacked on to the

FibreJunkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12626501103840334777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-41241600208161323462008-12-03T08:55:00.000-08:002008-12-03T08:55:00.000-08:00

When I was in 2nd grade we were living in Midland, Texas. We drove across the border and spent Christmas in this little cheap motel in Mexico. When my sister and I woke up there were pinata's and my favorite gift of a Baby Tender Love (the doll to have at that time). I was so excited that my new baby had breakfast with us at this little diner attached to the motel. I can remember dragging

flatwoodsfolkarthttp://profile.typekey.com/flatwoodsfolkart/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-57714834169597308072008-12-03T08:39:00.000-08:002008-12-03T08:39:00.000-08:00

Sharon - I hate to piggy back off your blog but I just - well a week or so ago - put this holiday memory up on my blog. My oldest turned 24 the Tuesday before our US Thanksgiving this year. The memory is all about what was almost his first Thanksgiving - http://nickisnook.net/2008/11/25/thanksgiving-24-years-ago/

Nickihttp://www.nickisnook.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-33901323733164129612008-12-03T08:33:00.000-08:002008-12-03T08:33:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite memories was just last year. My husand and myself went to visit my daughter, husband and 3 grandchildre who I adore so much..Early Christmas morning, I heard them talking in the one bedroom they were sharing for the night so I went in..They had made this tent and begged me to crawl in with them..There I am past my 50's having to crawl into this tiny tent where we spent our

Skyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07313130856094132738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-65586850826798681842008-12-02T18:53:00.000-08:002008-12-02T18:53:00.000-08:00

I remember the year I got my first tape deck, and a stack of tapes to go with it!<BR/><BR/>It's a tradition in our family to open one present on Christmas Eve. That was mine. <BR/>I very carefully picked out a song from one of the tapes, got it ready-- and the next morning (at 12:01, because, you know, technically it ~was~ Christmas then!), I turned it on and ran up and down the ahll yelling "

Corihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14693640256686770412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-90141435652546350762008-12-02T08:23:00.000-08:002008-12-02T08:23:00.000-08:00

Well, so far my best holiday memory has been this past Thanksgiving and preparing for Christmas the past few weeks. Just last week, All of my family was at my Granny's, and me and my cousin Jessica had a blast singing everything from Christmas carols and Southern gospel, to my Aunt Jody's rendition of Jingle bells. And Jessica even seranaded us with "Me and God" by Josh Turner! Talk about a

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10599010280537872722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-58006619880557860562008-12-01T21:18:00.000-08:002008-12-01T21:18:00.000-08:00

One of my favourite holiday memories is of the year my grandparents came to visit and my grandma taught me how to make the family favourite holiday cookies. She'd been sending us some every year, but I felt so grown up (I think I was seven or eight) and special that she'd chosen me to teach.<BR/><BR/>I don't think anyone else has her shortbread recipe.

ikkinlalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832919596884346022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-86242795026611991422008-12-01T17:37:00.000-08:002008-12-01T17:37:00.000-08:00

it was my sisters first christams! she was so excited and played witht he wrapping and boxes more than her actual toys!!

Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17101480705308934733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-20106225426304677202008-12-01T08:41:00.000-08:002008-12-01T08:41:00.000-08:00

My favorite holiday was in 1996, I was pregnant with my daughter and my husband drove us to New Mexico from Tennessee to see my family. <BR/>No one knew we were coming and I hadn't seen any of them in 7 years.<BR/>My sister didn't recognize me at first and my momma cried.

Denesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12454624667939123962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984067909746256417.post-34468371749674998232008-11-30T14:53:00.000-08:002008-11-30T14:53:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite holidays memories is attending Christmas Eve church service with my family and friends. Afterwards we all gather at our friends' house to share laughter, the Christmas spirit and lots of great food.<BR/><BR/>Cheryl S.

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