All I Want for Christmas: Grand Prize Giveaway!

 

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From December 1st through December 12th we’ll be helping you help your family and friends choose the perfect Christmas present for you in our “All I Want for Christmas” series. All of these posts will have a giveaway offer. And in addition, we’re put together an awesome grand prize package for you to win! Here’s what’s included:

Digital copies of knitting patterns from nearly a score of independent designers!

Top Row: Elvenflyt by Sierra Anderson, Cranberry Crush Cowl by Kay Hopkins, Fallen Lady Stole by Amy Kaspar
Middle Row: Hope Grows Cowl by Stacey Pope, Hope Grows Scarf by Stacey Pope, Marissa Shawl by Helen Rose
Bottom Row: Brazos Valley Shawl by Jenna Swanson, Winter Branches by Jenna Swanson, Turn “Around” by Susan Barstein

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Top Row: Lumbard Lace Pullover by Jamie A Besel,  Lapped Hearts Neckwarmer by Linda Day Morehouse, Rosana Shawl by Cassie Catillo
Middle Row: Cardiff Bay Ponytail Hat by Beth Ann Beck, Lady Chadwick Hat by Quirky Bird Knits,  Junco by Sarah Jo Burch
Bottom Row: Cordate Cap by Melody Parker Narvaez, Marlowe Entrelac Cowl by Over the Rainbow Yarn Designs, Navasota Hat by Elizabeth Green Musselman

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A set of Stitch Markers fromExchanging Fire – winner’s choice! Exchanging Fire makes wonderful themed stitch markers and you’re sure to find something that you’ll love.

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A one year digital subscription to Knit Edge, published by Cooperative Press.

Knit Edge

A Shirka knitting counter. Sirka is a unique kind of knitting counter that allows you to keep track of multiple instructions at once!

Sirka Hero

Juniper Moon Farm 2014 Calendar filled with photos of the sheep and goats you know and love.

2014 Calendar

The Sexy Knitter’s Tool Tin. We’ve collaborated with Sarah Wilson aka The Sexy Knitter to create a special edition Juniper Moon Farm tool tin! Featured is Hannah, the overly friendly bottle-fed Angora Goat. These tins have everything you need to be prepared for your project!

Hannah Tool Tin

These adorable Christmas Tree earrings from Sassafras Creations. They’re ingeniously made from old knitting needles!

Christmas Tree Earrings

A madbird regular-sized project bag. These bags are high quality, stand up on their own, and are REVERSIBLE. madbird is giving away this special edition Christmas print. (Yarn not included.)

MadBird Project Bag

It’s Mine Labels  Sew-on 1″ Woven Labels - a set of 60, customized just for you, with up to three lines of text, a cute graphic and many typefaces and colors available!

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Knitter’s Pride Bamboo Interchangeable Circular Needles Starter Set. This set includes 5 needle tips (US 2.5, 3, 4, 5, and 6), 3 cords to make 24:, 32″ and 40″ needles, 1 set of cord connectors, 6 end caps, and 3 cord keys in a green fabric case.

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A bag (that’s 10 balls) of our amazing new Tenzing yarn in color 03 Gingersnap and the following JMF pattern booklets and leaflets:
Fall / Winter 2011: Findley, Chadwick, Willa
Spring / Summer 2012: Findley Dappled, Sabine, Yearling
Fall / Winter 2012: Marlowe, Herriot
Spring / Summer 2013: Sabine 2013, Findley Dappled 2013, Yearling 2013
Fall / Winter 2014: The Haverhill Collection, The Karakoram Collection, The Alban Collection

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Total prize package valued at over $700!

An enormous thank you to our generous sponsors who contributed to this package. You’ll get to know more about each of them throughout the giveaway! (And there may be some further additions, so check back!)

To Enter

Leave a comment here telling us what your favorite holiday memory is – whether it’s a thanksgiving, Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanza, winter solstice, Fetivus, or New Year’s memory. Give us the warm and fuzzies to start off the season right!

Earn an additional entry by sharing this post on facebook or twitter to help us spread the word then come back and leave an additional comment for each entry method.

Earn additional chances to win the grand prize as by participating in the daily giveaways that we will have December 1st through the 12th, as each entry into the daily giveaway will be an additional entry into the grand prize giveaway.

Fine Print

If you win one of the daily giveaways, you will be ineligible to win the grand prize giveaway and vice versa. If you win one of the daily giveaways, you will be ineligible to win another daily giveaway. Daily giveaways are subject to rules which may be specific to that giveaway as we have many different companies we’re collaborating with (ie, not all may be open to those outside the US).

This giveaway will close on Sunday, December 15th at 11:59pm est and a winner will be chosen Monday, December 16th. Check the blog to see who won!

PS – We’re donating anything we earn through our Amazon Affiliates program to Heifer International this year. And we’re matching what we earn from now through Christmas! So if you’re shopping Amazon this season, please shop through one our links so we can help a family thrive.

1046 Comments

  1. I remember when I was little, my dad would be so excited about Christmas morning that HE would wake US up! Usually the kids are the ones up early but he loved it.

    • Roberta Adolphsen

      November 30, 2013 at 8:10 am

      Growing up our small family always went to church on Christmas Eve and after the service would drive around our city looking at Christmas light displays. When we arrived home the anticipation of what was in those bright colored packages was at a high. Mom always had a snack ready for us and we gathered around the tree and dad handed out our gifts. It was a wonderful family time!x

    • My favorite Christmas memory was when my husband was out of work and my children and I made all the Christmas ornaments on the tree and all the gifts were handmade.

    • I used to love shopping for cookies with mom. The kind she thought Santa likes was always her favorite, ironically.

  2. 6 years ago, I spent my first Christmas away from my family in South Korea. My boyfriend at the time flew out for a couple weeks (the first time we were together after we started dating) and I got to show him what I loved about the country. Next month will be our first Christmas since we got married, and our second Christmas in South Korea.

  3. When the kids were little the excitement built to a frenzy by Christmas Eve and continued right through the next day. I loved watching my parents watch the little ones enjoy the day. Relaxing and laughing was the order of the day!

  4. My parents gave my preteen sister & I the magic of “believing”. Through an elaborate hoax, our parents took us out Christmas Eve. Our younger brothhers were sure that Santa had arrived while we were out and my sister and I giving each other knowing glances that there was “no way” as Mom & Dad were with us. Arriving home, my brothers dashed to the tree and my sister and I started up the stairs to our room. Our brothers delighted cry’s “He came! He came! Stopped us in our tracks and for that moment we both were stunned – how? One for that moment we believed. It was magic!

  5. Getting up in the middle of the night with my brother armed with flashlight to see who got the biggest present under the tree.

  6. Wow, this is an amazing giveaway.

    I didn’t grow up with Christmas, so when my partner and I had our first Christmas together, I was enchanted by everything. I baked and trimmed the tree and made felt ornaments and goofy hats, and piled gifts and mulled wine…it was truly magical and full of love.

  7. When I was a kid my mom would let us play hooky one day a year to help make Christmas cookies. When I was about six, I announced this to anyone who we ran into!

  8. Actually, this is from this year, telling a co-worker about when I was little. We were talking about the whole Santa thing, what our parents did to show he had come and gone, specifically what was left out for him. My mom told us that by the time Santa got to our place he was tired of cookies and milk so we used to leave him a beer and carrots for the reindeers. My co-workers decided this explained a lot about me!! haha

    • This is a perfect memory of the night. I love it. By the time he got there, he needed a beer-there’s rich culture and yes, indeed, probably sets you apart from most of society. Will you be my friend ?~! :)

  9. I can’t pick just one favorite holiday memory. My favorite holiday memories all involve cooking. Cooking Thanksgiving meals & making Christmas cookies with my Mom & Grandma…now, I am doing those things with my kids. It is my favorite thing to do!

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  11. I tweeted it, too! Love spreading the word for Juniper Moon Farm!

  12. My favorite holiday memory is the year my now-husband and I went up to my parents for Christmas for the first time and he experienced how New Englanders in old houses spend their holidays: wearing tons of layers. He didn’t pack enough clothes despite my warnings and we had to go out and get him some extra layers so he wouldn’t freeze. My mother also turned the heat up, which is how I knew that she approved of him!

  13. My favorite memory is trudging through the snow with my grandfather in the back forty looking for the perfect Christmas tree. However, the best one was always over the fence in the neighbor’s woods – we didn’t think he would mind if we took it.

  14. Cutting down the tree was always a big to do in my family. Tramping out in the woods in the snow , endless debate about picking the perfect tree. And pulling out the ornaments and telling stories about then.

  15. After a very hard year, my son and I were going to be alone for Christmas with no other family. He is 26 and I’m a woman of a certain age. I proposed that instead of my usual gifts of clothes and a check, that we take a trip to New York City for Christmas. We had the most wonderful time! We took turns choosing what to do – from visiting Coney Island to MOMA to using a 3D printer to make Christmas ornaments to bird watching in Central Park. And instead of cooking for days, I had Christmas dim sum in Chinatown!

  16. One of my best holiday memories is of my dad and I untangling Christmas lights and trying to figure out which of the bulbs was burned out. This was our job together every year.

  17. As a child, my parents put a curtain up to keep us from the living room the morning of the 24th. They would be busy all day decorating an elaborate tree with an Austrian village and Bethlehem underneath the branches. I would swear to THIS DAY that I heard St Nick arrive to bring gifts and help them with the details. We would eat an easy dinner and go to church. After we came home and got into our PJs and sat and waited outside the curtain before it was drawn open and the gifting would begin! I will never forget the magic of the first view of the room, lit with candle light and Christmas bulbs. Magical and such a family moment. We have no kids so I miss this moment.

  18. My fondest memories of the holidays surround my grandmothers one lived in Virginia and the other in Connecticut. In Virginia holiday meal preparation began early and everyone helped. Cool fall evenings were spent on the front porch, my dad and his brothers peeling a mountain of potatoes while telling stories of their time in the military. Laughing as they had vowed to never peel another potatoe again. My mom, my aunt my sister and I would snap the green beans and shell peas. All under the watchful eye of grandmother “Gammy” who would later take these items and make the most amazing meal. Later we would gather around the table the entire family and anyone else we knew of who had no family. Happy and blessed.
    I cherish those memories of the entire family together, they bring me such joy.
    Happy holidays everyone.

  19. Holy macaroni! That’s quite the giveaway!

    When I was a kid Thanksgiving was celebrated with a HUGE extended family. One great aunt had a pinball machine in the basement. I had to drag a chair over to reach everything, but man, I loved that thing. I also distinctly remember sliding down the stairs on my butt with my sister and second cousins. I was the youngest, but all the older cousins kept me included. I always looked forward to Thanksgiving.

  20. Melissa (SheCrochets)

    November 29, 2013 at 9:55 am

    When I got divorced, the kids and I moved out a week before Christmas. I was so broke and so upset that there would be nothing under the tree ( that my mother bought us and we decorated with a box of ornaments from my childhood) for them. On the 23rd, a box arrived for me from an address I didn’t recognize. In it were a set of queen size sheets, an enormous Lego set and a baby doll set. Friends that I knew online and had not yet met in person sent these for me and my children so there would be gifts. I cried for a long time; I had never known such generosity. It was indeed a wonderful Christmas and one I’ll never forget.

    • Wow, brought tears to my eyes. A sweet memory, Melissa!

      • Melissa (SheCrochets)

        November 29, 2013 at 10:06 am

        Thanks…I was so totally humbled by this couple. I’d talked with both of them online for a year or so in a setting much like our Ravelry forum. They knew my story and what I’d gone through to move out. It’s been 15 years, and I still keep in touch with them on Facebook. I love them to pieces still.

        • Brenda aka blendab1

          November 29, 2013 at 10:33 am

          It is so amazing how our online friends seem to always be there for us. I don’t know where I would be sometimes if not for people like you!

    • It is always uplifting when you hear that there are still good people in this world. God bless all.

  21. Picking out our Christmas tree while wearing shorts since it was so warm.

  22. Reading everyone’s memories helped open my own memories. Growing up in South Florida, no fireplace, no cold weather, etc. made Christmas very different from the pictures in the magazines. Every year, the holiday decorations included a tiny village complete with snow flocked trees, little figurines on skis, little shops. Every year they assumed their spot on the window sill in the dining room. I woud sit there for hors playing with everything.

    My fave memory with my kids, when they were putting out milk and cookies for Santa, they decided the reindeer also needed something. Black olives were just the thing. Also, every year Santa would bring the kids a new ornament commemorating a special event in their lives that year. When decorating the tree, the kids relive parts of their childhood. Such a special time of year.

  23. When I was a kid, the while week between Christmas and New Year’s was full of hot food, family and friends visiting, playing in the snow, and crashing each evening on the floor in front of the fireplace in a pile of cats and dogs, of which we had several. There was also Mom’s yearly futile attempt to keep our presents hidden from us until Christmas morning. We always found them first!

  24. Melissa (SheCrochets)

    November 29, 2013 at 10:01 am

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  25. Getting up early with my sister on Christmas morning and going through our stockings (my mom always said she happily filled stockings for us because it got her an extra hour of sleep christmas morning). :)

  26. When I was a little girl, there were 5 of us siblings close in age, we all took turns in the middle of the night sneaking downstairs to get at the gifts under the tree. My brother and I was usually the first. We’d try not to wake our parents because they would immediately order us back to bed, of course then we would immediately run up the stairs and wake everyone else, who would then have a try a few minutes later! The sneaking down there in the dark was even more fun than the gifts. All these years I don’t remember what the gifts were but I sure remember the fun!

  27. When I was a child, my Uncle Karl, who lived in Port Angeles, Washington would send us a Christmas tree that he had cut down himself. This was way before Christmas tree farms! He would wrap it up in something very funny, one year it was strips of old hats that he had wound around the tree, and mail it to us in California. The post office would call us and my mother would say “we have a package! It is tall and green and smells good!” And we would all walk to the post office (we lived in a very tiny town) and carry the tree home together. Then we knew it was truly Christmas!

  28. About 6 years ago there was a big snowstorm that came in just before the holidays. Our little guy was just over a year old, and us not having ever celebrated any holidays weren’t sure if we would go out & get a tree & decorate.
    3″ of Snow in Portland is rather rare, so we went out, put on skies & skied around the neighborhood. Outside of a small business that had closed for the holidays lay a gigantic Christmas tree. We looked at each other, picked up the tree & dragged it to our house. It was way too big to fit through our door, so we built a snow stand and had it sitting on our patio. Decorated it with a string of colorful lights we got from the store and enjoyed the cheerfulness of our first Christmas tree.

  29. It is hard to choose, since so many memories are special.
    One of my favorites is celebrating Midwinter with friends–traditionally held around the time of first lambing to celebrate the increasing daylight. There is always a huge bonfire fed from a stockpile of discarded Christmas trees, lots of food and drink, music, and great company. A great way to cheer up the dreary late winter.

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  31. Brenda aka blendab1

    November 29, 2013 at 10:36 am

    I would have to say my favorite holiday memory was last years Christmas. I made an effort to make sure everything that I gifted was handmade by me or someone else. My family was overwhelmed by their presents and remarked that it was their best Christmas ever. I am carrying on the tradition this year and can’t wait to see their reactions again!

  32. Brenda aka blendab1

    November 29, 2013 at 10:43 am

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  33. Brenda aka blendab1

    November 29, 2013 at 10:44 am

    Shared on Facebook too!

  34. My favorite holiday memory is piling in the car early, early Thanksgiving Day…we would drive two hours to my aunt’s house in Brooklyn, NY…wake her family up…she would cook a big breakfast for us all…then we would take the train into Manhattan and watch the parade….my aunt stayed home and cooked….then we would take the train back to her house, eat, watch other parades and football on tv…and then we would eventually pile back in the car to drive home….we did this every year until my brother and I were in high school….even when my parents divorced (she was my dad’s sister) we would still go, sometimes with my mom and stepdad…..

  35. All my holiday memories from when I was a child center around going to my grandparents house for Christmas. I think my favorite was when I left milk and cookies out for Santa, and he left me a thank you note! In retrospect, it looked suspiciously like my grandfather’s handwriting, but I didn’t notice that at the time!

  36. My favorite Christmas memory is the year that my husband worked in a group home. He was scheduled to work for Christmas to care for the kids who didn’t have a place to go. We were given the option to come to the group home to spend Christmas with him or to take all the kids to our house. Naturally, we took all of the kids home. There were 7 kids plus our own two. We made chili for Christmas Eve dinner, then sent all of the kids (except my own) on their first caroling adventure. My entire neighborhood was sung to, because they simply did not want to stop. After they got home, we had hot cocoa and cookies and read Christmas stories and poems until it was time to leave for Midnight Mass. My mother came over while we were at church to Santa the place up. When we returned from Mass, Santa had visited and the kids stayed up til 4 am opening gifts, eating candy and having a wonderful time. It was exhausting! We slept until 2 the next day before going to my family’s house for Christmas dinner. I’ll never forget all of those faces, many teenagers, filled with wonder and joy at having a traditional Christmas. My husband recently heard from one of the kids who tells us that it was still his favorite Christmas. I’m so glad my husband got scheduled to work that day.

  37. I think my favorite Christmas memory was when my grandma was still alive and pretty healthy. It was Christmas Eve and everyone was actually there (once everyone started going to college or work it was hit or miss if people would all be in) and it was great! I miss that so much!

  38. My senior year in high school, I was on the yearbook staff, and I was put in charge of cleaning out the storage closet. The closet contained boxes of old yearbooks–in brand-new condition, but from years past. I was supposed to throw them all away, but I kept three of them–for the three years that my sister had attended that school (a decade earlier). She’d hated school and refused to buy yearbooks, but in later years, she really regretted it–and this was in the pre-eBay era when it was difficult, if not impossible to track down something specific like that. I saved the yearbooks until Christmas, and when she finally opened her present, I have never seen so much joy before! Best present I’ve ever given anyone.

  39. My favorite memory started 45 or so years ago. My grandpa had remarried many years after my grandma passed. They did not have much, but were filled with love and a strong church family. We were invited to their home for Christmas. As we were driving to their home, my parents kept reinforcing the thought, that no matter how small the gift was, we needed to show how much we really appreciated the thought and gift. The first gift I opened was a box of chocolate covered cherries. Wow I thought.. how cool was this…CANDY! Well.. afer opening this box, peeling back the plastic and popping one of those babies
    in my mouth, I was filled with the most disgusting tastes I have had at 10
    years old. I couldn’t spit it out.. that would be rude and against all my mom and
    dad has drilled into us driving up…so with a great smilebI swallowd that vile
    cherry and all that was in it. My grandparents asked how I liked it, and of
    course I had to tell them that this was the best thing I had ever had. So… you
    guessed it, I got a boxgof chocolate covered cherries every christmas untill they
    passed… my dad, to this day will stick a box of chocolate covered cherries in
    my Christmas box, every year. I eat ONE and thank Grandpa and Carrie for
    that memory.

  40. Grandma arriving from her home with the sleigh (car), putting beautifully wrapped gifts under the tree, and playing cards for hours . Laughter, eating, sharing stories …. Those memories are the holidays for me.

  41. Going to my aunt and uncles house for Christmas eve. Their tree was huge and packed full of lights. The tables of food went of forever. I would always take my plate of food and sit on the back staircase with my cousin Karen– 10 years my senior who would listen to my trials and tribulations of the year and give sage advice. We always left just before midnight when we would hear sleigh bells letting us know Santa was heading toward our house.

  42. Gina Marie Lunsford

    November 29, 2013 at 11:38 am

    I lived in Germany for three years (military dad) and our first Christmas was hard for my brother and me. It was the first time we wouldn’t see all the grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins at Christmas. We were bummed. Mom and Dad wanted our Christmas to be special, so they got us sleds (first time we lived somewhere it snowed). All our family called us -hugely expensive back in the ’80s. We got so many calls, it took us until after lunch to finishing opening our gifts. We really felt the love, and then went sledding for the first time. It was really great!

  43. Gina Marie Lunsford

    November 29, 2013 at 11:40 am

    Shared on Facebook :)

  44. My favorite memory is going to my aunt’s house in Long Island on Thanksgiving. It was always my mom, my sister, and me, driving together and listening to Alice’s restaurant while we sang along. My aunt’s house at thanksgiving was magical- we had many tables pushed together, seating between 60 and 80 people (we had a big family). The kids were given free run of the house and yard while the adults chatted, watched football, and prepared for the meal.

  45. My younger daughter was just at that age when she started questioning the existence of Santa. I did not want to lie to her but hesitated telling her the truth, so I had some rather abstract conversations with her regarding “the spirit of generosity”, etc. She was becoming a bit cynical about the whole thing, and I was sure she had decided. On Christmas morning, she ran to the tree, turned around, and said, Momma, YOU CANNOT BELIEVE IT–HE WAS HERE! Such a cliche but so magical, she really was swept away and her eyes were so big with wonder! It was hilarious, and very heartwarming to know she wasn’t growing up too too fast. :)
    Pam D

  46. I have so many special memories, but there is nothing else like having a small baby at Christmas. It added a whole new dimension to my feelings about baby Jesus, Mary, and God the father. Love came down at Christmas!

  47. I posted on facebook!

  48. Mine has to be Christmas. Although it is hard work all my family get together for a fun-filled day.

  49. Driving non-stop from Oklahoma to Ohio with my parents and 3 brothers to spend Christmas with family. Thanks for the giveaway!!

  50. Teresa (Knittingdancer)

    November 29, 2013 at 11:50 am

    Some of my favorite memories are getting up early to see what Santa had left under the tree and watching the Christmas plays at school.

  51. My favorite holiday memories started when my siblings had children. The magic of Christmas though their eyes was. And then again, when the next generation was born, Christmas, once again had the magic restored. Generation after generation.

  52. I grew up in a very small town, across the street from the fire station. Every year, the firefighters sold Christmas trees as a fundraiser, and my brother and I would help them. Smelling all those trees, and helping so many families find their perfect tree, was a great way to kick off the holiday season each year.

  53. My favorite Christmas was the year that my grandma first decided that Christmas in December didn’t really work for her. Instead of trying to get together with everyone in snowy New Jersey, she had Christmas in August. We decorated the tree, dressed in red and green, played Christmas songs and backed cookies. We are not a small family, so I’m sure the neighbors thought that we were absolutely nuts, but we had a blast.

    • My favorite Christmas memories are beimg a small child and feeling the magic and mystery of Christmas; gifts from Santa, mom’s cookies baking in the kitchen, seeing the beautiful, old nativity set unpacked and set on the mantle, the smell of candles in the church we went to Christmas Eve service with my grandma and driving around the neighborhood later to see all the Christmas lights and decorated homes.

  54. Holidays… remembering when family meant together.. long time ago.. sometimes memories are better left alone.. NOW is a good time to BE… with LOVE!!

  55. It’s hard to choose a favorite holiday memory but I love that Christmas is often when I get to see my sister since she lives 2,000 miles away now.

  56. My best memory is when I was a small child, my two sisters and brother would get up really early. We would sit on the couch looking at the gifts under the tree and try to guess in whispers what Santa had gotten us. Inevitably one of us would giggle loud enough that my parents would get up. My mom would always say, let me get my coffee and she would come out of the kitchen with cinnamon rolls, coffee for her and my dad and milk for us. then with squeals of delight we would go at those presents.

  57. So many good memories. One comes to mind because not only did I receive a present I wanted, but my young self realized that maybe I wasn’t completely selfish and I was impressed with myself. I knew that my sister would be getting, as her final big gift, a toy farm complete with animals and a barn. We went into my parents’ bedroom where it was set up and I was enjoying her absolute delight when my mother said, “Why don’t you turn around. There is something for you too.” That hadn’t even occurred to me. I turned around and saw the most beautiful Sweet Sue Bride Doll. Yes, my sister and I were different–any our parents honored that.

  58. I remember when I was about 5 and believed in Santa Claus. I asked for an Easy Bake Oven. My parents told me I might not get it but I just knew Santa would bring it. I woke up Christmas morning and there it was. We had 5 kids and not a lot of money. I wonder what they have up to make sure that present was under the tree :)

  59. I remember 5 years ago at Thanksgiving, feeling labor pains and wondering if my baby girl was going to arrive and be a turkey baby! She decided to wait until November 29, but now every year as I cook the holiday meal I remember breathing through early labor while chopping veggies and baking pies.

  60. I have so many fond memories of Christmas. We prepared for Christmas all year long making ornaments and other decorations. Christmas officially started the day after Thanksgiving when we’d get up early and drive to Richmond (VA) to see Santa. The Miller & Rhoads had the “real” Santa. If you arrived early enough you’d hear the reindeer hooves and bells on the roof, then Santa would come down the chimney! Once your turn came Santa would call you by name, and even know what you had on your Christmas list. As a small child in the 60s it was magical. Little did we know the magic was the Snow Queen you talked to before Santa who relayed all the info.

    The rest of the day was spent shopping in the “big city”, admiring the store window displays,and just having a fun family day. Once home we’d turn our attention to decorating our 3 trees! I love the season and treasure all the memories!

  61. Several years ago, I knit my husband a sweater for Christmas. He is very appreciative of knits, but until it’s finished, they are just “yarn blobs”. I seamed the pieces together Christmas morning (nothing like a last minute finish) and gave it to him that afternoon! He asked how I knit it without him seeing. I told him that I never hid it from him, but knit on it often while he sat next to me! It was just a “yarn blob” until it became a completed sweater!

  62. I just retweeted your link to this post!

  63. My family is Jewish and I didn’t grow up with Christmas , so many things were new to me first year I celebrated with my husband’s family. One thing seemed very familiar though. They had a tradition of eating Asian food on Christmas, and my family did that too. Little did I know that this was certainly not everyone’s Christmas tradition, but it did make me feel a little bit more comfortable.

  64. I remember my dad, a self-proclaimed Scrooge, coming home on Christmas Eves with all kinds of random gifts and trying to hide them. Most of it “fell off the back of a truck” I’m sure, because he had some shady acquaintances, but those gifts were always funny and interesting!

  65. When I was maybe 4 or 5 years old my brother and I work up to find the tree covered in candy canes! Wooo!

  66. My favorite memories are of my brothers and I cutting out Christmas roll out sugar cookies and decorating them. Of course Santa brought the tree and so after we were in bed, mom and dad decorated the tree and set out presents. When I had our son now 51 and daughter who will be 50 Dec. 24, as they were growing up,we also used my mom’s recipe and did Christmas cookies. Then my daughter has done the same with her son. Quite a tradition and the most blessed was 50 years ago Dec 24 when our daughter was born. Thanks for the contest.

  67. Ah … the year I went running into the living room and found a toy Mickey Mouse almost as big as I was waiting for me under the tree … or, well, NEXT to the tree, because he was too big to fit!

  68. Not sure of specific years, but I have really fond feelings toward the time my family switched (permanently) to having soup for dinner on Christmas Eve instead of a big dinner, and when I started delegating decorating duties to my husband–who does a great job and enjoys it (while it only stresses me out). Simplify!!

  69. Aloha,

    Hm, my favourite holiday memory would have to be the year that I received a small bequest from an unknown relative. It allowed me, my mother and son to go to Lake Tahoe and rent a small cabin on Christmas and go snowboarding (no, my mother did not snowboard; she went gambling instead).

    It was totally unexpected and spur of the moment. The snow was lovely and the it was very peaceful that day.

    Mahalo.

  70. When I was little we would have 2 trees. The “grown up tree “with the fancy ornaments. and the kids tree with all the ornaments we made in school and church. Friends presents lived under the children’s tree and ours would be under the fancy tree. We would get up early Christmas morning and go to Swedish Christmas service with my day. We didn’t realize how tired he was from being up all night folding, drilling, bending and putting stuff together. It was wonderful to hear the lovely songs in a different language. When we moved to the suburbs it was never the same.

  71. Thanksgiving when I was growing up would alternate between my parents’ house and my aunt and uncle’s house. Dinner would be a loud, raucous affair with about 13 kids at the kids’ table and probably 10 people at the adult table. Now, many years later when the kids have all grown up and have kids of their own we’ve kind of spread out, we don’t get together much at all. This time of year makes me nostalgic for that long-ago time.

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  73. When I was very young, going to grandma’s house. She had one of those silver trees with the colored light wheel. (Very retro now!) It seemed so HUGE back then. Watching all of the colors spin on the tree………….. and the presents that were all for me from Santa. How did he know to bring them to her house?

  74. Christmas morning 1995 – found out I was pregnant with our first child! Got up early to do the test and the rest of the family (brother, mom and dad visiting frm NY and my sister spent the night also) got up early – I was elected to be Santa and pass out gifts that year – but I kept going back to check the test (*back then it took 2 hours for a result) My husband made me not tell til I went to the doctor the next day!

  75. One of my fondest memories is making gingerbread houses with my son. They always fell apart.

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  77. When my son was in pre-k, the parents were invited to help make “gingerbread houses” – graham crackers frosting-glued to milk cartons and then covered in as much candy as the kids could stick on. It was a crazy mess, and such fun!

  78. We have had a long standing family tradition of a big party on Christmas Eve and a relaxing day on Christmas – mostly spent lounging in pjs and opening gifts. This will be the first year we won’t have the big blow-out, sit down dinner and all, and I know I will miss it dearly.

  79. As part of our Christmas decoration arsenal, my family had these wooden blocks that spelled out “Here Comes SANTA.” Every year my mother put them on the mantle. As soon as they were up, my brother and I would sneak into the living room my mother wasn’t looking, and rearrange the blocks to say, “Here Comes SATAN.” Then we would sit back and wait to see how long it took her to notice. Some times she noticed right away. Others times it would take days for her to notice. As soon as she did, she would fuss at us and the fix the blocks. Then, as soon as she was busy, we would rearrange them again.

    When I spent my first Christmas with my husband’s family, I learned that his grandmother had a set of blocks that spelled out NOEL. As children, my husband and his younger sister frequently rearranged their grandmother’s blocks to spell LEON.

    I love that we both tormented our families in exactly the same way.

  80. One of my favorite memories is the
    New Year’s Eve my stepmom stayed up all night
    Teaching me to knit.

  81. My favorite Christmas memory was the Christmas Eve midnight service at church. All of the choirs, from kindergarten through adult, participated in a musical celebration of Christmas . The congregation would join in during parts that incorporated the “standard” Christmas hymns. Then there would be the lighting of the candles and the entire church would be lit with candlelight. We would all sing “Silent Night” while filing outside to finish the hymn precisely at midnight.

    Then we would go home and be allowed to open one Christmas gift – which was always a new pair of pajamas to wear on Christmas Eve!

  82. My favorite Christmas memory is giving my mom a scarf I’d knit for her out of bright red yarn. She still wears it all the time. :D

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  85. We made new memories on Thanksgiving 2013. We joined my sister-in-law’ family at her sister’s home. There were 22 of us gathered – from3 years old triplet boys to several in their 70′s. There were newly weds, a newly engaged couple – several in their early twenties from all walks of life – teachers, doctors, engineers lawyers along with those who are empl0yed by retailer as well as several retirees. We all sat at one long table. With everyone talking at the same time there was quite a din as we Gathered Together

  86. And I just shared on Facebook.

    But another memory is that each year we would hang candy canes on the tree; each person who came to the house was allowed to take one with them. Then, on Christmas Eve, Santa would hang new toothbrushes on the tree and the next day we would all get to pick one in our favorite color.

  87. The first night after we’d have the tree decorated. My mother liked red lights, and I can still remember how the whole room would glow when we shut off every light and turned on the tree for the first time.

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  89. My grandmother knit us all amazing six foot long stockings!

  90. I didn’t realize until I grew older that Hannukah memories are very special to me. It’s not really an important holiday for Jews, but because of that, there was minimal fuss in our household. As I sing the blessings each night with my (non-Jewish) spouse silently holding me, I really miss multiple voices singing together.

    When you’re all singing the same song, nobody can be fighting or yelling. (seems like a metaphor, but really, it’s literal for me. And it’s not as sad as it sounds; it was actually surprising and happy for me to realize that I *did* have fond memories of part of my childhood.)

    • Sheeri, my daughter in law is also Jewish through her mother’s family who came to the U.S. from Ukraine. I love to see the photos of my granddaughter celebrating Hanukkah and helping to light the menorah. I am glad to see her celebrating this part of her heritage.

  91. My favorite Christmas memory is from when I was a kid–i was sick one year, sleeping in my bed, and my little nephew–7 or 8 at the time–came in to check on me, give me a hug, and kiss my cheek. He’s always been a sweet, thoughtful boy, and the memory makes me remember the joy and love of family.

  92. Barbara Wonsowicz

    November 29, 2013 at 2:38 pm

    After having a total larangectomy and surviving cancer, all,of the holidays are my favorite and I cherish every one of them. Happy holidays!

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  94. My favorite memory is making baking soda foot prints on the carpet for the nieces’ to make it look like Santa had left snowy footprints from the fireplace to the tree. :)

  95. I am in my early 40s, and I have still made it to Christmas at my parents house every year no matter how far away I move. This has even included my husband now for the last four years. He’s happy to leave Chicago to the slightly warmer climate of Denton, TX. This is what is precious to me at Christmas, coming home.

  96. Wow! What generous giveaways!!

    I have so many great holiday memories. One of the funniest was when I was about 10. My dad’s friends visited on Christmas Eve, dressed as Santa, elves and a clown (never understood the clown but he was creepy -lol). They delivered candy canes and told the kids to get to bed early. As my brother and I were some of the older children, they arrived later in the evening, after “celebrating” at each home they visited. “Santa” fell on our dining room table and broke 3 of the legs. My mom was less than impressed as we were having 25 family members over for Christmas dinner the next afternoon. That was the year, we asked everyone to bring their own TV tray.

  97. My favorite Hanukkah memories are of my children saying the blessings together in Hebrew as they light the candles. They really know Hebrew. I am so proud of them.

  98. My first Christmas with my husband (then boyfriend) and his family. I received some of the most amazing gifts that year, small ones but more thoughtful than I had received in any previous Christmas. But most importantly I remember that at that point my husband and I had been discussing getting married, and while we hadn’t told anyone, I remember looking around the room being so grateful that this group of people would soon be my family.

    Also, they made me sing Jingle Bells in English (they’re French) by myself in front of 30 people I had never met before. Hilarious.

  99. My favorite Christmas memory was how every year my mother would make a doll with a full wardrobe to donate to charity for a child who was in need. You used to be able to do that, make things instead of buying things for those charities. Even though we were well below the poverty line, she always instilled a spirit of giving in me, because someone always has it worse.

  100. I’ll enjoy reading all these memories!!

    I remember a story my mom told about my sister and me – and I’m absolutely sure she made it up because we would never do such a thing and I have no memory of such ;) My sister and I must have been really excited about christmas because we came down really early and opened everything up without waking mom and dad. this was the year that mom and dad got us a lot of the play kitchen, baker oven, etc type toys. So mom didn’t get to see us opening the gifts (that part is sad) but she was happy we loved everything.

    what a fabulous prize give away – how generous!

  101. The last Christmas I spent with my grandparents before they passed. My daughter was only 7 months old and it was the last time we had all the grandkids and great grandkids together. We cooked, baked, laughed, and crafted together. My grandmother is the one that taught me to crochet, but she loved to watch me knit. I miss her every year about this time.

  102. One of my favorite Christmas memories is from when I lived in a homeless shelter. Honestly.

    The people that volunteered there were incredibly caring. Most of the other residents were really nice people, too. And since we were all in the same crummy situation, we bonded in a way that I’ve never bonded with anyone else. And our holiday was about being with family and looking to the future, looking towards our lives getting better, not about the gimme gimme and the stress of holiday shopping that is so prevalent.

    I just ran into a woman that was there with us. Her life is stable now, her kids are all doing fine, and she’s married to her best friend. I absolutely consider her my friend.

    One woman had just found out she had cancer, but she was there with her young son and her teen daughter who had a newborn of her own. I’ve seen them now and then in the years since and they’re all ok, she beat the cancer and their life is stable now, too.

    That Christmas was a holiday of family time and time with new friends. There was pain and loss, of course, but new beginnings and relationships, as well.

  103. Every Christmas Eve when we were kids all five of us would make a big bed on the floor and sleep ( I use the word loosely because we may have slept 2 hours lol ) . I love remembering how close we were and how each of us in turn would tell a story and we’d laugh until our dad would yell up the stairs at us. He always threw jingle bells on the roof eventually and tell us if we didn’t quiet down Santa wouldn’t come in.
    It was a flat roof and i often wonder how many rusted bells are still up there :)

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  106. All my favorite memories are with my family. Making and eating food, doing crafts and playing games. I love my family and hope to spend all future holidays with them

  107. When my oldest was little she woke up Christmas morning and grandma was there, when she saw her she gave her a big hug and said wow Santa knew just who I wanted for Christmas. :) she was 5 at the time

  108. My favorite Christmas memories have to do with decorating the family Christmas tree. Once mom got the tree up and the lights on, it was OUR TURN. I fondly remember mom putting the ornaments on hangers and hanging them on the edge of the ornament box for us to place on the tree. We all admired each of the ornaments as we placed them on the tree….my favorites being the bells painted to go along with the fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood.
    I loved it when my children became old enough to decorate the tree and I was able to step into my mother’s shoes and be the one to put hangers on the ornaments and hang them on the side of the box for my children to place on the tree. It’s a wonderful time to talk about Grandma and look at all the beautiful ornaments that have been in the family for all these years.

  109. I was about 4 years old, my father was out of work, so my Uncle John came over and gave me a present. I was a (faux) mink stole, with a large plastic diamond ring, and plastic high heels that were held on with eleastic straps. I will never forget that Christmas and that was 56 years ago.

  110. I remember sitting on the couch stringing popcorn and cranberries for the tree. We would watch Christmas movies and usually run out of popcorn because I would “sneak” it into my mouth instead of on the string.

  111. One of my holiday memories is about Thanksgiving. Mom. dad and I would get up before the others and make the stuffing for the turkey. Dad would save a little stuffing to make an omelet out of it. This was a special treat before the others woke up.

  112. I had lots of baby dolls as a child. I think I was five. I came down the stairs on Christmas morning to find all my dolls sitting under the tree wearing new Christmas dresses that my mother had made for them. There was even a new dress for me. that was the best Christmas ever. It must have taken my mom weeks to make all those doll clothes. They were beautiful!

  113. My favorite holiday memory is probably yesterday. My brother and his kids and his girlfriend came over, and so did my sister. My ex-fiance came over, and my son was there, and my three roommates. We all got loud, cooking up a huge meal, none of which was finished at the same time, then had a lovely dinner anyway, joking around and enjoying being in the same house and not being cramped. Then we watched The Day of the Doctor and divided up leftovers so that everyone got pie and turkey and mashed potatoes and salad and fruit salad and bread, so everyone has at least one meal’s worth of leftovers to enjoy. I think it may have been the very best holiday I’ve ever had, full of family and friends and the Doctor and English Crackers and terrible jokes and Arlo Guthrie.

  114. Sarah Capdeville

    November 29, 2013 at 4:08 pm

    Laying under the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve, with my HusBeast & our daughter every year. Staring up into the lights, sharing our happiness & memories of that year & our hopes for the one coming.

  115. My favourite holiday memories are when we make Christmas cookies, all of us, me and my cousin and siblings

  116. My favourite holiday memories are when we make Christmas cookies, all of us, me and my cousin and siblings. I am hoping that we get to do it again this year!

  117. What I remember most fondly wasn’t childhood, it was a few years ago. I lost one of my grandmothers back when I was in high school, but she was the one who taught me to knit. But I didn’t inherit much from her because of some family drama on that side. The women in my family who knit (all on the other side) all knit English and to this day I’m the only one who does Continental and I’m faster than all of them. A few years ago, my other grandmother presented me with a box for Christmas that contained a bunch of fairly random knitting supplies. Nothing fancy, all obviously secondhand but I would have been pleased anyway.

    And then it turned out that they were things that my other grandmother had given her, thirty years ago and more. She’d spent ages trying to pick those bits out of her own collection again to pass them on to me.

    I cried so hard, but it was such a good Christmas.

  118. Oh my! This is just wonderful. My favorite Christmas memory is sitting underneath the tree when I was little and just looking up at all the lights and ornaments.

  119. My favorite holiday memory was from a few years ago, when my son had hernia surgery on December 21, the morning after the beginning of Snowmageddon. A dear friend had given birth the day before, and their car would not make it on the snow-covered roads so we gave them a ride home from the hospital after the surgery, my son in the front seat all doped up still. We got home and he was in pretty much pain the whole day, so I kept setting an alarm to give him his pain meds. He rested on the family room couch all day and night. When I came down for the 2:00 a.m. dose, I found his twin sitting on the sofa with him, keeping watch over him! It really touched my heart and I will always remember that scene, with the Christmas tree lit up in the background and the two of them on the sofa.

  120. Veronica Erdmann

    November 29, 2013 at 4:23 pm

    My favorite part of the holidays was always the week between Christmas and New Year. As a family we would hang out and work on crafts or puzzles. especially ones that we had received for Christmas. It was a special time of being together. When I was single and lived away from home, I still tried to take that week off. I’d pack up the cats and bring them to the parents house and hang out with my younger brother and Mom (Dad usually still had to work.)

  121. I have always loved Christmas, but nothing could compare to when my kids were little. We spent the month of December making hand made ornaments for the tree. One year, we made adorable little pom pom sheep out of yarn.

  122. when my daughter was 3 years old, he godfather (who was Santa for our local fire company) told us he would come by our house on Christmas Eve to personally take he Christmas order. Well, he ran late (Santa has a lot of work to do on Christmas Eve), and, try as we might to keep her up, she fell asleep before he got here. He went upstairs anyway so we could take a picture of him by her bed, and while he bent over her, she woke up. The look on her face when she realized who was there was priceless – and she reached up to give him a hug, and told him she loved him. Then he told her he had to get back to his sleigh and would be back with her presents after she went back to sleep. She gave him another hug, then lay back and closed her eyes tight as he left the room. In the morning she said Santa really came..and we had the pictures to prove it. She still treasures those pictures today, and shows them to her own children every year…

  123. Mary Ann Pastene

    November 29, 2013 at 4:58 pm

    Favorite memory always involve food.

  124. Growing up next door to my grandparents was always wonderful, but Christmas was always extra special. Grandma (we called her “Baba”) and Grandpa always came over for Christmas dinner & the opening of presents. Dinner was always way too much to eat & just having them there on that special day was great.

  125. Jane from Maryland

    November 29, 2013 at 5:01 pm

    One year it was really warm, so after dinner we repaired to the front porch. Where we spontaneously broke into song, with great harmonies provided by extended family. It went on for hours, Christmas carols and anything else we could think of. A lovely end to a great day!

  126. My favorite Christmas memory is the first year my oldest child was with me. Just the year before I had lost a baby during the 2nd trimester. Holding my baby was the greatest gift ever bestowed upon me.

  127. When I was REALLY little, my parent pretended that elves moved into the storage closet each December to help get things ready for Christmas. We would leave them treats throughout the month and they would occasionally leave some evidence of their presence such as a very-poorly-spelled note. On Christmas morning, they left a present at the foot of each child’s bed to occupy us until the parents were up and okayed us coming downstairs to see the stockings. It was one of the most wonderful traditions of a tradition-filled season.

  128. My favorite holiday memory is staying up ALL night on Christmas Eve with my brother (every year) because we were too excited to go to sleep!

  129. Is it wrong that a fond favorite memory is when my brother and I watched Deliverance and Reservoir Dogs on Christmas Eve? This was long before we were married or had kids and weren’t too squeamish about such things. We laugh and laugh about it now. ;o)

  130. Cindy Hawk-Souppa

    November 29, 2013 at 6:10 pm

    Sitting at the table passing bowls of food….nobody paying attention to anything different people talking…just chaotic noise…suddenly my dad is passed potatoes for one direction and veggie going in another direction…he starts saying whademIsupposed to do and will anyone notice…crossing and uncrossing his hands with the bowls in them…took a couple but he literally got everyone’s attention and you could hear a pin drop…then we all burst into laughter, conversations continued, food passed my Dad, and I just felt a warm glow of happiness

  131. When I was a child, we lighted a candle on the Advent wreath on each week of Advent. The five of us would pile on the couch, turn out all the lights, and we’d light the candles on the wreath. We’d light any other candles in the house and turn on the Christmas tree. Then we’d play Christmas music. We’d sit together and listen to the music and watch the candles. A really nice memory and tradition that I’ve begun with my own family now.

  132. When we were little, and the holidays were just me, one of my sisters, our dad, and whatever stepmom was holding the position at the time, I was desperate for my little sister to continue having “real” christmases, despite the occasional attempts of various step-siblings to convince her that Santa wasn’t real. To convince her that there WAS a storybook toyshop somewhere where elves churned out presents in the old style, I’d save my allowance and buy little, obviously hand-made toys and kits, meticulously assemble or hand-paint them, hide then carefully for weeks, and place them, unwrapped (It’s hard to acquire/hide a roll of appropriately old-fashioned wrapping paper that won’t match any other household gifts all year from nosy siblings.) in her stocking on christmas morning, so she couldn’t spot it if she peeked before then. One year it was a carefully painted miniature wooden train. Another, a carefully cross-stiched lacy bookmark. Always something different, based on what I could find. She was never really overly excited by the “Santa” gift, as they were leagues below the store bought things, and there was no one to thank for them on the gift tag, but she was gentle with them, looked at them politely, and set them aside. Bo eventually stopped one year, when she declared to our dad that she no longer believed in Santa, but I still hoped I’d helped her believe longer than she would have.
    Later, as adults, I was helping her move apartments, and I found a small cache of them; a little feathered bird ornament, dusty and flat, the bookmark, and two of th train cars, each missing wheels. All were OBVIOUSLY detailed by a child. I’d clearly fooled no one. I asked where she’d gotten them. She said “Santa told you to give them to me, right?”

  133. I love the food at Christmas, Christmas mince pies, shortbread, ham, salads and strawberries and ice cream for pudding. Plus we have added a seafood starter to our Christmas lunch. Also we have a sparkling red wine as our wine, these are our traditions downunder in my household.

  134. When I was four, we had a house fire just before Christmas. We had lost everything — what hadn’t been burned had been too badly damaged by smoke to be salvagable. The only thing I had of my own was a stuffed kitty my mom had made for me. On top of that tragedy, we had been in the process of selling our home, and so my parents pushed up the move date, and got us into our new house just in time for Christmas Eve.

    My brother and I were in a panic — how would Santa ever find us? We went to sleep early that night, convinced that Santa would never find us, and that we wouldn’t have Christmas.

    The next morning, I got up, and dragged my kitty down the stairs by one ear — and stopped dead in my tracks. In front of me was a huge Christmas tree that had been decorated — and the toys! Oh yes, the toys! I ran back upstairs, and dragged my brother out of bed. yelling, “Santa found us!!!!”

    Years later, my mom told us the rest of the story. My dad went to a tree lot to try to get a tree. The tree lot owner struck up a conversation with him, and my dad let spill everything — the fire, the loss, the heartache of hearing two kids know that there was to be no Christmas that year. The move had taken all of their cash, so there could be no presents under the tree, even if he could find a store open.

    That year, that tree lot owner became our Santa. He told Dad to pick out the biggest tree he had; it would be ours for free. He then reached into his wallet and pulled out $100 (a very large sum in 1973). “Go give those kids a Christmas they’ll never forget.”

    And I haven’t. Even now, when I know that Santa is a concept, not a person, every Christmas Eve, I look up to the sky and think, “What if there really IS a Santa, and he found us?” I still believe in Santa’s magic, even after 40 years.

  135. My favorite Christmas memory is setting out the cookies for Santa and the carrots for the reindeer with my brother. We would always plan to sneak back down in the middle of the night and check the plate, but never woke up to do this.

  136. My favorite memory from Christmas has to be where my mother made our (3 Girls) Barbies full wardrobes of clothes and then set our Barbies up with with each of their wardrobe of clothes in a scene under the Christmas tree, of course we didn’t know mom had made all the clothes then.

  137. My favorite holiday memory came 20 years ago when my first grandson was newly born. We few up from Texas to visit my son Danny and his wife Simone and grandson Nicholas. Danny was at work when we arrived, so we went to their apartment and rang the bell. Simone came to the door with Nic in her arms and stepped into the hall. The apartment door slammed behind her, automatically locking. Fortunately, I had brought Nic a baby gift of a quilt I had made for him. We bundled them into our rental car and went to Danny’s workplace to get the key. The story has been repeated regularly with big smiles all around.

  138. I have fond memories of Christmas as a child–my father would have us sing happy birthday to the baby Jesus before we could open our gifts!

  139. Sabine Chennault

    November 29, 2013 at 6:52 pm

    I was about 5 or so and still living in Germany, we were at my grandma’s and went for our usual christmas walk around the lake, it had been snowing all morning and the fresh snow looked awesome. Not that I cared too much about that at that age but anyway, we had been on the path for about 20 minutes when I found a bag of the christmas candy I loved more than anything but Kristkindl had forgotten that year. To this day I wonder how that bag got there, there were no footprints in the snow and none of my family knew which route we were going to take to the lake before we got there.

  140. When I was young, my brother and I would sneak downstairs around 4am and grab our stockings and bring them back up with us. I shared my room with 2 sisters and he with 2 brothers so we would sit under a tent made from blankets and look at the goodies in our stockings with a flashlight. After we saw the trinkets that were in there we’d sneak back downstairs to return the stockings to their original locations usually minus one item.

  141. each year during the holidays I get “flakey” I cut paper snowflakes. My fondest memory was of my kitty Mystery “helping” with this process. I used a shoebox to hold the snippets of paper, Mystery would crawl into the box and snuggle down into the snippets. Mystery was a black kitty so would emerge from the box with paper “snow” clinging to her – she loved this more than anything. Every snowflake is different/unique and she was a very unique little furry kid in my family.

    It was the thing I missed the most after she passed away a few years back. This year I have a new kitty who LOVES anything involving paper so think I will have new memories of cutting paper snow flakes this year with another unique little furry kid

  142. We put up our Christmas on our wedding anniversary in mid-December and leave it up through the 12 days of Christmas until Epiphany on Jan 6. We always start by putting up the Christmas star that was our first ornament together and we tell our family story by the ornaments as they go on the tree.

  143. When my sister, brother and I were little, my dad would get a fire going and we would all sit in front of it while he read Dickens A Christmas Carol. I get the warm fuzzies just thinking about it.

  144. When I was about 8 or so we went to stay at my grandparents for Christmas. We had written a letter to Santa explaining where we would be before we left, because we were worried, if we weren’t at home, Santa wouldn’t find us. Both sets of my grandparents lived in the same town, 5 states away from where we lived. On Christmas morning we found a note from Santa saying that since we had not specified in the letter which grandparents house we would be at, he had split our gifts between both houses. We were the happiest kids ever!

  145. My favorite part of Christmas was spending time with my grandparents, who lived 45 minutes away, and I didn’t get to see all the time.

  146. My grandmother created a miniature village under her tree every year. There were trees and mountains and paper mache houses and little creatures and frozen ponds made of mirrors and lots of cotton snow and tiny twinkle lights. It was mesmerizing and even when she reached her final years she continued to create a smaller version of her Christmas mountain .
    Thank you for offering such a tantalizing prize!

  147. My favorite Christmas was when one of my younger children got a daybed. She got so excited, “it’s a bed. It’s a bed.” One of our best years ever. Thank you for the giveaway.

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  149. My favorite part of Christmas was spending time with my grandparents, who were always very near and dear to me.

  150. Favorite holiday memory was just yesterday – new grandson (2 months old), everyone happy and healthy, good food, great weather, capped off by a game of Lord of the Rings Monopoly.

  151. My favorite holiday memory is spending an afternoon with my aunt under the guise of shopping for gifts. She would always trick me by pretending she was asking about her daughter, when she was really asking about me. Smart lady! I got to be a grown-up for the day, sipping hot chocolate and sampling candies while winding our way down the mall from shop to shop.

  152. My favorite as a child was I wanted the Mrs. Beasley doll more than anything. I didn’t want anything else. that feeling of seeing her sitting on couch in the morning was the best thing ever.

  153. Santa always tied the door to the parlor where the tree and stockings were shut with ribbon. No one could see anything until all seven of us were lined up by age youngest to oldest. It was tough to get the older kids up, but once assembled we held our breathes until dad cut the ribbon and opened the door. Then was was a mad dash to get our stockings. Many squeals and oohs and ahs ensued. Then we hurried to do the chores (milk the cows, feed the chickens and make the beds and get dressed). After a breakfast together of homemade coffe cake and fresh Texas grapefruit (a gift from my uncle), we then got to open the wrapped presents,which always included a hand knit hat, scarf or mittens from my godmother.

  154. My favorite holiday memories connect to our tradition of making the family fruitcakes each year. It’s one time that our entire family will gather and work together. Each one of us helps by adding eggs, butter, fruit, nuts, and flour and sugar. Dad always prepares the cake tins. Mom always mixes everything together and then bakes the cakes. The entire house smells of cinnamon, cloves, figs, raisins, and nuts as they bake. The observance and togetherness signals the official beginning of the holiday season at our house.

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  156. My favorite memory is as a young child waking up on Christmas and going first to the kitchen to eat cookies. Each year my mom would bake a variety of cookies including my favorites. For me that was the best part about the holiday. And now when I make cookies I like to be creative with decorating and some of the ornament cookies turn into balls of yarn, some with glittler for the fancy yarns.

  157. One of my favorite Christmas memories is from 1991. My husband had just retired from the military and we had just returned to the states from 4 years in Okinawa. We were opening presents when the phone rang and it was my sister in law telling me to tell my 6 year old son “Thank you”. When my husband ask her what for she told us that the newspaper had printed what the first graders wanted for Christmas and my son had said “Snow” because he had never seen it. We looked out the window and the snow was coming down hard and it had already started accumulating on the ground. My children were so excited they stopped opening presents and we all went outside to play in the snow.

  158. Waiting for my Dad to get home from work on Christmas morning so that the day could begin.

  159. My favorite memory was of my Uncle Eric. He had my sister and me believing that he knew Santa and therefore could get our toys on Christmas Eve. I never doubted!

  160. On Christmas Eve when I was 7 or 8 my parents and I were at the old Cody’s Books in Berkeley. We spent the evening browsing and reading books. I fell in love with a copy of Snow White that was true to the original story. We were the last people out of the store that night with no packages in hand. The next morning the book was under the tree for me from Santa. The next few years were not good ones in my family, but somehow the book made it through the transitions. I still have the book over 30 years later. It reminds me that the season is about simplicity and love.

  161. One of my recent favorite memories was just 3 years ago. I had adopted a dog rescued from a puppy mill. She was a mess when I got her.. worms, scratched cornea, ear infections, horrible dental problems, etc. She finally got everything pretty much cleared up in a few months and was looking and feeling much better. I gave her a Christmas stocking filled with treats and toys our first Christmas. What joy and excitement! This will be her 3rd Christmas with me and I’ll be looking for treats and toys again this year.

  162. Cynthia St. Germain

    November 29, 2013 at 7:05 pm

    I think my favorite memory of when I was a kid and came out and found a new bike by the tree for Christmas. My mom, aunt and grandparents put the money together to get one for me and one for my sister. They hid them at our neighbors house so that we couldn’t find them. She didn’t have any kids but she was like part of the family. It was so neat.

  163. I remember going to the woods and cutting down a tree with my sisters and mom. We’d then decorate it with our traditional decorations. We didn’t have much else, but we had each other!

  164. Jeanette Noechel

    November 29, 2013 at 7:06 pm

    Wearing a hand knitted silk jacket to a Xmas party…I forgot that silk is heavy and it stretches. It dragged on the floor!

  165. My favorite holiday memory is sitting by the fire, and opening Christmas Crackers and drinking mocha coffee. A blending of both American and British traditions. Now that I am older, and a knitter, making something lovely out of yarn has been added to the tradition!

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  167. Amelia Villanueva

    November 29, 2013 at 7:07 pm

    I have many fond memories for the holidays. Specially because I come from a family of 11 siblings Our house was always crowded. Even tho we were such a large group, my DAD , a sole provider, made sure there was a present under the tree for each and one of us. We could not, however, open them before midnight. Also, my eldest brother was born on December 24. I miss those days. Now we are all grown up and married and are somehow unable to be together all at once. A family reunion is in order. a big challenge!

  168. I don’t know if I have one particular favorite Christmas, but I always love returning from church and family gathers and sitting on the couch with my husband and all the lights off but the Christmas tree and thanking God for his gift.

  169. I remember as a child, getting dressed in a white blouse and black skirt, having a little piece of holly pinned to my blouse, and singing Christmas carols with the adult choir at Midnight Mass.

  170. When I was little me, my sister, and my brother got sleds. After we opened out gifts my dad took us up to Big Bear to go sledding.

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  172. I have always been especially proud to be the one who contributes fruit pies…. Apple is in progress right now. I’ve moved halfway across the country and spent holidays with new people many times over the years, and it always makes me feel good that not only is everyone so impressed with my pies, but knowing that I’m the reason the pies are homemade feels great… My daughter was born on Halloween, and I am so thoroughly looking forward to my pie pride being surpassed every year with memories made with her.

  173. One memory that I will always treasure is the year we could not afford Christmas and our Church adopted my kids. My kids had so many presents that year. WE were very blessed.

  174. Michelle Kotkowski

    November 29, 2013 at 7:10 pm

    My favorite Christmas memory is opening up a gift on Christmas Eve that was always new flannel pajamas!

  175. My favorite memory was the year that my parents made me a beautiful vanity. My dad hand cut the wood, and mom made a beautiful skirt for it and found a triple mirror for the top. It was my favorite present, and being a kid it made me feel like a princess!

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  177. The holidays are the best and always began with family. I remember spending the days crashing at my aunts house and sneaking tastings of food as grandma shooed us out of the kitchen.

  178. Sitting together family and enjoying each others company together. Eating together, playing games together, a fire in the fireplace. The joy of being together and sharing our love.

  179. Favorite Christmas experience was surprising my son and his family by dropping in on them in on them when they were stationed in Germany. The Germans have great Christmas traditions, also, and it was an extra special and exhilarating holiday celebration for our family.

  180. My warmest memory is of my mom and how she could always make the most beautiful tree with hardly nothing ..like one year we we had moved and in the process our Christmas stuff got lost so we had nothing and buying us something was more important then buying a tree and decorations so me and my brother tromped behind the house into the woods a little ways and cut a small tree as we were not that big and could not Carry a big one home we had no stand so we filled a bucket with dirt and settled the tree in mom picked some berries of some sort and when you mashed them the liquid would stain anything so she cut our lace table cloth up and made little fans out of it us kids 6 of us got to dye the fans they come out a pretty purple which we thought was pretty darn awesome.so with the fans momma made and some string popcorn our tree was beautiful…. I know if you read this some will say it made up but it not .its one of the many memories that I will always treasure about my momma…

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  182. Jacqueline Jensen-Vallin

    November 29, 2013 at 7:12 pm

    My grandparents would throw these crazy parties on Christmas eve, with dozens of people and TONS of lovely food. My cousins and I would tell my grandmother, “Your meatballs didn’t come out very well this year. We’ll have to take those into the other room and get rid of them for you,” and she would laugh, knowing we were complementing her cooking. I remember being little (definitely less than 10) and just reveling in the chaos, joy, and love in that house at the holidays.

  183. When I was a freshman at university, my roommate and I were the only two Jewish women in the dorm. Just before the end of the fall semester, and close to Hanukkah, we were served some dessert that was decorated with small candles. Sarann and I decided we would teach our neighbors something about Judaism, collected the candles at our table, and created a homemade menorah. Later that evening, the entire population of the corridor was in our room as we explained the history of the holiday and lit candles for them.

  184. When I was little, my dad would take just me out to a special lunch on a day of Christmas week – I had 4 brothers, but they were never invited. We continued the tradition for the rest of his life and when my daughter was old enough, we included her in ‘our’ day.

  185. When I was little, before my mom moved out of state, she and my grandmother and I would all get together the day before Christmas to cook all the pies and cookies and cakes. My grandmother always had plenty of those to go around and then some. :) While the goodies were in the oven, this was when the three of us would sit down and chat and work on our knitting or crocheting projects. This was when I was taught how to knit, with some complaint on my part at first since I was young and it seemed so hard for my little hands. But, my mom and grandmother had patience with me and taught me a skill that brings me much pleasure to this day. I still get together with my grandmother and knit all the time, and we share stories about out knitting disasters and our successes. Whenever I’m knitting at my home, warm thoughts of all of our times together are never far away.

  186. My mom was handicapped and used to sit on the couch when we opened presents.
    One year as I was giving presents out I tossed her a small present , thinking she would catch it. Instead it clipped her next to her eye .I did not live it down for years ,everyone reminding me how I gave Nan a black eye on Xmas. Oh how I miss her especially on Holidays !

  187. My favorite memory was walking, with my dad and siblings, through the snow into the forest in search of our Christmas tree. The tree always seemed tremendous in size, was such a deep green and smelled so fresh.

  188. My memories of Christmas long ago is my Dad would take us kids out for a drive to his Mothers house to pick up our box of fruit (the family gift from her), and as we were on the drive home he would keep checking the sky to see Santa and his Reindeer, and low and behold before we arrived home he would see Santa in the sky. When we entered the house sure enough, Santa had been there and left us each a little something.

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  190. We always spend Thanksgiving at home; and since our neighbors moved here about 23 yrs ago, they have shared Thanksgiving with us and each year there is someone else. One year our neighbors suggested we go to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. They have family on Long Island. Our girls were sophomore and senior in college and we felt this would probably be the only time that all of us would be able to take advantage of this opportunity together. We headed for Long Island together in our motorhome Wednesday night expecting traffic but there was none. There is nothing like seeing the parade at least one time up close and personal from beginning to end (we also saw where the balloons are deflated). It was cold. We dressed warm. Walked a lot. Saw a sea of heads bouncing down the sidewalk in New York City.

  191. My most remembered holiday moment is when my sister and I were 7 and 8 years old. Our elderly neighbor next door had brought over gifts for us which she had never done before. Curiosity got the best of us so while our parents were in the other room, we sneaked them into the bathroom to open. Inside were perfectly knitted Barbie clothes. In each were a sweater with a pom-pom tie and a skirt. About that time my mom started banging on the bathroom door. Panicked, my sister and I got rid of the evidence by the only means available…. we flushed them. After our punishment we were made to apologize to our neighbor and our brand new un-opened still under the tree Barbies were given to a local charity.

  192. I remember one Christmas when I was a small child, we were all waiting for Dad to get up so we would all go to the tree together and open gifts. As we started to go into the family room, the dog ran past us and began ripping open the presents! She didn’t care what was in the packages or if they were “her” gifts, she just wanted to tear up all the Christmas wrap before anyone else did! So funny!

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  194. I have a wonderful memory of when I was about 10 , my Aunt Bea that taught me to knit sent me a box of yarn, needles and crochet hooks. In retrospect, I am sure she cleaned out her stash but I didn’t and still do not care! I was in heaven and could knit anything I wanted.

  195. P.S. I meant to say for Christmas.

  196. My favorite holiday memory is when I was a kid, about 10 years old, and my youngest brother was just born. It was finally the 7 of us (5 kids, 2 parents). Us kids ranged from 10 – 0, so we all really enjoyed Christmas and presents and the whole pageantry. I don’t remember what we got that year, but I remember us being all together as a large family. I remember changing diapers in my Christmas pajamas because my parents were very tired. Now that I have kids of my own, I can appreciate their fatigue. But it makes me even happier to make a festive house where we cook and play together.

  197. During our first Christmas as husband and wife, I wanted to surprise my husband with a Christmas stocking. Little did I know that he was doing the same thing for me. On Christmas morning I snuck out of the bedroom to hang his stocking so that he would be surprised when he woke up, and there was a stocking for me already hanging there.

  198. When I was young, our family did a name exchange because my parents had SEVEN children and gifts from each child to each child was just not feasible. One year, I drew my older sister’s name. I was very excited to get her Connect Four so we could play it together. It just seemed like the perfect game on the commercial. Could people really be that happy? When I wrapped it up and put it under the tree with her name on it, she picked it up and said, “It’s Connect Four. Thanks.”
    I had no idea how she knew but it took 2 seconds to guess! As an adult, I realize that all of those moving checkers were a dead giveaway.

  199. One of my favorite Christmas memories was going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house on Christmas morning. Growing up we didn’t have much, and we didn’t get much for presents, but Grandma always made sure Santa stopped at her house.
    One year my sister and I got these plastic wigs (molded, like an up-do), and we wore those a lot. We were only about 6-7 years old, but those wigs to us were the best gifts ever!
    And the very best memories were always the food! Grandma and Mom were the best cooks and bakers!

  200. The Christmas after I turned 8 in November, was cold and frosty. When I woke and was allowed to come downstairs, the tree was lighted and the presents were gleaming under it. After I opened the gifts, I was waiting for my cup of cocoa that I always had before Christmas Morning breakfast. My dad went out to the kitchen and while I was facing the tree and looking over the “loot”, my mom cleaned up the paper and suddenly over my head my dad’s arms came and into my lap was a wiggly, black and tan, miniature dachshund puppy…she licked my face and wiggled in my arms the rest of the day. She slept with me and was my best friend for 12 years. Her name was Heidi.

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  202. My favorite memory is the year we got our daughter. We had waited 10 years to be parents (through infertility, loss, and fertility treatments), finally we were chosen to be parents to a beautiful baby girl! That Christmas she was a year old, I don’t know whose eyes shown brighter, hers or mine. Chistmas is truly a time for children!

  203. My favorite holiday memory is the last Christmas with my mother. She came to our house Christmas eve and spent the night. I had to work Christmas eve and the plan was to have our Christmas when I got home. Well, when I got home the power was out from a winter storm and without lights and heat it would be no fun to celebrate. So I went to bed and left a note that there was no power when I got home and to wake me when everyone was ready to celebrate. My mother set on the couch with a red-red cable knit sweater on. The girls were excited to open gifts. Dinner was in the oven and the house smelled good. I remember mom open a gift from my youngest daughter that she had made. It was a hand painted ornament with a picture of my daughter. The next year when we cleaned out her apartment after her death I found that ornament and I still have it. It makes her still a part of the holiday celebrations as that ornament is hung on the tree.

  204. My siblings and I would wake up at 4am to run downstairs to look under the tree. We would beg our parents to get up (not knowing that they had just gone to bed after staying up all night wrapping presents and putting them under the tree). They would tell us we had to wait until 6:30am before opening presents and that we weren’t allowed to touch any until then. So my 2 sisters and brother and I would sit downstairs and stare at the presents, turn on a Christmas movie, eat cookies, and watch the clock! When it was time, we would go back upstairs and tell my parents it was time to get up. We would have to have the camera ready and trash bags out for the wrapping and then they would come down.

  205. How do I unsubscribe to the comments? There are HUNDREDS of emails clogging my inbox! I thought I would just get email follow-up comments to MY post not every comment posted.

  206. My fondest memories are watching the street lights going out so we could go down the stairs to see what Santa brought. Of course we sent the youngest down first to see if the coast was clear!!!!!

  207. My favorite memory.. When my baby sisters were little, my dad would make the (thawed) turkey dance for them.. He even made up a little song.. Just remembering my sisters little laughs.. Now one passed away when she was 10 and the other is 26 or so now..

  208. One of my favorite Christmas memories occurred just last year. I am a single parent of a son and my Dad has been his “father figure” since he was born. They have a very close bond and my Dad has also been my son’s biggest cheerleader when it comes to his sports. I have a photo albums full of pictures that my father has taken of Jesse from kindergarten into his high school career. He really did miss his calling and should have been a sport photographer because frame after frame are amazing and highlighted my son’s talents in many ways. My son graduated high school in 2012 and as such, so did his sports career. It has been bitter sweet for all of us, but my father knew just how to make my son feel special one last time. After the presents were given out and we all were in the afterglow of gift giving and receiving, my father left the room and returned with a large wall sized present and gave it to my son. Underneath the wrapping paper was a large image of my son pitching a baseball during one of his games surrounded by a home made frame that my father had lovingly constructed in his wood shop. It was beautiful and was oh so amazing. We all teared up a little and my son was overwhelmed by it. My son will not only have a fond memory of his time playing baseball, but he will be able to look at the picture and know how much his grandfather loved him well into the future.

  209. I think I will always remember how my mom used to put cotton balls on our living room window so it looked like snow flakes….my dad used to say, it’ll be hard to get them off what with using Elmer’s glue to stick them on….she did it anyway and to this day, I remember sitting on the couch with her and looking out the window, seeing the lights on the front yard and those cotton balls….she has passed, but I remember..

  210. Kate/Massachusetts

    November 29, 2013 at 7:26 pm

    My birthday is also New Years Eve which leaves me with many favorites but I think one of my most favorite was spending my birthday/New Years Eve in Boston attending First Night. We stayed at a charming old-time hotel near the festivities. I had such fun and didn’t want it to end! I loved the music in the various churches as well as so many great performances. The food was awesome, but best of all was the company since it was the first time my husband and I had been able to go away overnight since my children were born.

  211. Watching my dad put up Christmas lights every year. He was always the one that was excited to get them up. While I was young, it was the family joke that everyone would know our house by looking for “the glow”, and that if he added anymore the planes would mistake our house for the runway at the local airport.

  212. My favorite holiday memory would be when my boys were 2 & 4. We spent Christmas Eve baking & decorating cookies for Santa, write him( her in this case) letters thanking him for his visit. The look on their faces when they awoke in the morning is forever etched in my memory! They could not contain their excitement to see the tree full of gifts and their stockings full. Not only where their cookies gone but a letter from Santa praising them for their efforts in doing their best to be good little boys and also for the delicious cookies. My boss are now 19 & 17 and retell their memory of that Christmas every year with their younger cousins. This year will be my hardest Christmas eve as my 19 yr old is a salior in the US Navy & making this his first Christmas away from home. Merry Christmas, Happy holidays to all. May they be filled with love, family and wonderful memories!

  213. My favorite Christmas memory was the year my dad built a doll house for me. I was jealous of all the girls with the Barbie houses and we couldn’t afford one. My homemade one was so much better!!

  214. Christine Nerney-Zapetis

    November 29, 2013 at 7:29 pm

    Christmas 1988 was a difficult time. My husband, a Navy Chief Petty Officer, was being transferred yet again. Naturally, the family (three boys age 1, 3, and 11 and myself) were following along. We were in transit, all our belongings were in boxes, and we had no place to stay. Luckily, my aunt Mae, a widow, invited us to stay with her to celebrate Christmas. Aunt Mae had never had children and didn’t really know how to cope with three active boys, but she gamely dug out decorations that were 25 years old, put up a silver tinsel tree, and baked cookies to leave for Santa.

    It was the best Christmas ever! We sang songs, ate cookies, and laughed at the boys and their antics. Aunt Mae was delighted to have company and shared Christmas stories from her childhood in the early 1920; stories of my mother and grandmother I had never heard before. We were family and we were together, something that hadn’t happened in too many year. And that makes it my favorite Christmas memory!

  215. Going to my Auntie Alice’s house when I was 9 years old so she could teach me to knit. I would sit and work on my project while she made the best Fudge in the world for the Holidays!!!

  216. The best Christmas memory for me was my son’s first Christmas he is now 22. the tree was so full from the floor up and half the floor of the living room. He was so excited when he got to open most of them. which was his

  217. Christmas Eve at our grandparents house in Minneapolis always meant a pair of warm handknit bedroom slippers Grandma knit for each of us.

  218. My best holiday memory is the year we didn’t have a lot of money, but we had some yarn in our stash. We made our friends and family all handmade things; I knit, he crocheted. Everyone loved their gifts for years because I would see them using them and enjoying them.

  219. I loved Christmas at my grandparents. We would pick our tree and cut it down ourselves. It always had a bird’s nest. The tree would be decrated by Santa’s helpers on Christmas Eve. Christmas morning the house smelled of pine as the fire crackled in the fireplace.

  220. Midnight Mass, really made you fell the love of the birth of baby Jesus, our savior.

  221. One of my holiday memories is the first time I cooked Thanksgiving dinner. This was not after I was married, but when I was 12 years old. My Mom was pregnant and ended up giving birth to my baby sister on Thanksgiving Day. My younger siblings were upset about the potential of not having a turkey dinner because Dad took Mom to the hospital before the turkey hit the oven. As the oldest, I took over and made the dinner, as my mom had already gone shopping. Dad came home with the news of a new baby sister and was able to have turkey dinner with us while we suggested names for new baby sis.

  222. Sipping tea and munching on christmas cookies while spending time my mom and I put up the christmas lights or play duets on the piano. :)

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  224. Coleman’s Nursery in Portsmuth VA decorated a Winter Wonderland every Christmas where Santa snored in his bed, snowmen waited for the big day, sugarplum fairies danced to Christmas carols and hot chocolate and cider were served. It burned down one New Year’s Eve but some parts were saved and, after the Nursery closed in 2003, in our local newspaper today it was reported our museums are celebrating hosting this Coleman Collection for ten of its 47 years, gingerbread houses and all!

  225. There are two things i remember vividly. In Switzerland it is tradition to open presents on the 24th. Usually after Christmas dinner all the presents are being opened. I was always the one giving everyone their presents. One Christmas my Grandma asked my mum to do her some shopping so she could take it home afterwards. I was wrapping my Grandma’s gifts the day before and cheeky as i was i wrapped up most of her shopping as well. I never forgot her face when she opened her gifts.
    The other memory has to do with my cat and my Grandma. We all sat at the table enjoying a wonderful Christmas meal my mum had prepared.
    My cat sat somewhere near the table but was just watching. Non of us realized he was just waiting until nobody would pay any attention to him anymore.
    Then a swift jump onto my Grandma’s lap, quick look at her plate and then he snatched the biggest piece of meat and buggered off.
    For a few seconds we all just sat there stunned, because he never did that before and never again afterwards. But then we just started laughing. What a cheek.
    I believe to this day my dad’s cat put him up to it.

  226. When my daughter was 10 years old, she and her 12 year old brother were helping me bake Christmas cookies. She was putting a tray into the oven to bake when she accidentally burned her wrist. She jumped back in surprise quickly and then called out in pain. I ran her wrist under cold water and was stopping the tears in the bathroom. After a few minutes I started to smell something yucky. I called to my son to check the cookies. He did and called back to me, “Is there suppose to be open flames in the oven?” One of the cookies rolled onto the heating element when she was burned and was incinerated. Every year they bring that story up when I start cookie making-a family tradition was born!

  227. When I was young, my family would go to my little Italian grandma’s house. It was a small house in a gated community in Southern California with wonderful-smelling, peeling-bark Eucalyptus trees in the front yard, and an enclosed bricked patio full of fuscia impatients that we would pick and smudge on the bricks like sidewalk chalk. Grandma had 5 kids, and Christmas dinner included all of them, plus their spouses and my 20-some cousins. Grandma would talk to us about the old country while we made her mother’s ravioli from scratch. Grandma would sing Italian folk songs or hymns in her soothing vibrato while pressing the edges and cutting the ravioli. My dad, the practical joker, would smuggle several empty cans of canned ravioli into the trash can, then pull them out, exclaiming that grandma was trying to trick us into believing the ravioli was homemade. Grandma would get really upset and turn red, then laugh and say ‘oh, you got me!’ and everyone would laugh. My cousins and I would play for hours making up games and stories until it was time for dinner. The tables would get set up with the good dishes and silverware, and dishes full of food. My aunts couldn’t agree on a good sauce recipe so there were 5 types of sauce, 3 types of pasta, pies, cakes, gnocci, vegetables in every color, and sparkling cider. After dinner, grandma and my aunts would sit and crochet, and I begged to learn. My grandma looked at me and said, ‘oh I couldn’t teach you because you’re left handed.’ I looked at her, confused, and said, ‘grandma, you’re left handed too.’ my aunts would stifle a laugh and continue their work until it was time for dessert and coffee or cocoa, where more stories of our heritage were told until all the cousins fell asleep from over-eating. It was a wonderful childhood, full of warmth and memories.

  228. Christmas is always our favorite time of the year. In my mother’s family, they had a tradition of being the first person to say “Christmas Gift!” on Christmas day. There was no prize … just the satisfaction of knowing you were the first. When we attended Christmas Eve church services, often someone in the family would lean over and quietly whisper the words at the stroke of midnight. That seemed to be when Christmas truly began.

  229. Thanksgiving has always been our family’s favorite holiday, all that matters is food and family!

  230. My fondest memory was going to midnight mass every year. One year just as we were walking to church it started to snow it was just perfect.

  231. The first year we decided not to travel home to Virginia, but to stay in Texas I started to feel blue about missing Christmas with my sisters & parents. Thanks to a freak storm, my sister and her husband (traveling from California to Virginia) were grounded in Houston for two days. I didn’t tell my kids when I left to pick them up at the airport…and they were so so surprised!

  232. My father had been laid off work for almost 3 yrs. The Christmas after he went back to work my Mom bought so many presents that they overflowed the tree. It was truly a Christmas to remember. She loved this holiday more than any other and delighted in giving us the Christmas that we had not had in 3 yrs.

  233. The happy Christmas memories I have, all seem to be at my Grandparents home. It was a place of much love and laughter. My Grandma was an amazing cook, and dinner was always late in the day so we would smell it for hours. All the family would get together, no matter how far they had to travel to make that happen ..

  234. I would have to say that my favorite holiday memory would have to be the Thanksgiving of 2008. That year was when we had one of the most exciting Thanksgivings ever! My daughter Enya was 9 at the time. My whole family and I went to Connecticut to visit Enya’s godparents. Her godparents live on the edge of NYC, so we would have easy access to NYC anytime. Enya was super excited when she found out that she was going to Connecticut and NYC to spend the Thanksgiving weekend there. She has never been to NYC, so that would be her first time going. Once we got to Connecticut, we told Enya that her godparents have a dog named Mia, and to not to be alarmed once she sees the dog. You have no idea how excited Mia and Enya were when they saw each other! The only thing that Enya was looking forward to after dinner was to play with Mia! Mia was super happy to have a playmate! The following day was Thanksgiving, and we wanted to surprise Enya by telling her that we wanted to take her to see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade the next morning! We were so used to just seeing it on TV, so this was a big deal to her. We told her and went, and she had a smile that stretched from side to side seeing all the wonderful floats, balloons, and people! When we told her that Dora, and Hello Kitty were going to be there in balloon form, she screamed in excitement as she saw these big balloons fly over her head! Her favorite part was seeing Santa at the end! She then said, “Hey! Isn’t Santa supposed to be in the North Pole making toys?” Then we told her, “He’s going back as soon as he finishes the parade with his wife, in his sleigh, with all his reindeer!” Then she said, “Okay, I just needed to make sure that he was going to the North Pole again!”
    Oh the things kids say! After the parade, we went back to her godparents house, and had Thanksgiving dinner. The next morning we went back to NYC, and we went Christmas shopping! We took Enya to most of the local NYC landmark areas. She was mesmerized by how bright Times Square was, and how tall the Chrysler Building was! We walked all around! She was able to go into Macy’s, Rockefeller Center and the shopping district for the first time! Apparently, while we were in Rockefeller center, her goal was to meet a policeman and get a hug from him? She found one and she said, “Happy Holidays!” We told the policeman that she wanted to know if she could get a hug from him, and of course, he said yes. Her goal was complete, and she was pleased! After her experience around the areas full of Christmas cheer, her eyes were filled with happiness when she saw the skating rink with all the pretty Christmas decorations around it!
    Overall, it was a pretty good experience for all of us, seeing all this joy! It was definitely a wonderful and memorable holiday experience that we will all remember for a lifetime!!!!:)

  235. One of my favorite memories is of Thanksgiving. My mother always hosted Thanksgiving and my grandparents would join us. My grandmother would join my mother in the kitchen. Grandpa in the living room with my father. Grandma would always have an apron on. She wasn’t dressed unless she had her apron on. I remember the colors, too – I think her favorite color was orange!

  236. I had one magical Thanksgiving in Vermont with a friend and family. We had a traditional meal, we women cleaned the kitchen, then us “kids” took a walk in the snow, finding wintergreen, a creek, and the barn animals. The ride there was like the song – over the meadow and through the woods. Unrepeatable.

  237. I remember knitting Christmas ornaments frantically on Christmas Eve and laughing with my mother and grandmother about it.

  238. My best Christmas was flying home for Christmas without letting my parents know I was coming. When I walked in the house the love and joy was overpowering. It was a great feeling. First time I had been home for Christmas in 20 years.

  239. My husband and I were renting the top floor of a Victorian home in Owatonna, MN the year of 1982. We rented from the couple downstairs, Larry and Rose. Right around Thanksgiving, Rose asked if I could knit her a lace cardigan. All she ever wanted in her life was this particular sweater in a royal blue. I told her I would do that for her and we never discussed price. When I finished it, Christmas Eve, I took it down to her and this woman in her mid 70′s first cried, then laughed, then cried again. She was so happy. She then said our rent was paid for the next three months. I told her that was too much and she said no, that was what she wanted to pay. For us, struggling since my husband had just been laid off, it was a God send. Every day after that, hot or cold, Rose had her sweater on. Ten years later, ironically enough on Christmas Eve, Larry called us to tell us Rose had passed away. (We were living hundreds of miles away then) We drove down to the funeral on December 30th and there laid Rose, peacefully, wrapped in her sweater. I cried for many reasons and I know that no one will ever love anything I knit in my lifetime more than Rose loved her Christmas sweater.

    • Christmas at my house was always something special. It was my mom’s favorite holiday. There were traditions: attending the earliest Mass that was said, which meant dressing in the dark; no going in to the living room to open presents until after we had hot chocolate. As my sister once asked – why didn’t we ask for chocolate milk and not burn our tongues? Presents from Santa were never wrapped (that’s how you knew they were from Santa) Best of all – staying at home all day. Mom said we’d waited all year for those presents and she wasn’t going to ask us to pick one to take to our aunt and uncle’s or grandparent’s house. Often they all came to our house for dinner. However, the one that always brings tears to my eyes is the year we decided not to travel to the Midwest from Houston for Christmas. A few days before Christmas the big box of presents arrives from my parents in Chicago. I’m taking out the boxes to put under the tree and one is wrapped in different paper than all the rest. It says “open now” and is addressed to me. I unwrap it while the kids watch and I burst in to tears. My sister has created a duplicate of my mom’s Christmas tree skirt, a large circular piece of white felt with numerous sequined pieces to place on the white flannel that like mom she had made by hand. This was the first time my kids had seen me cry and were asking what was wrong? I said, “Nothing, I’m just so happy.” They had never seen tears of joy. Over the years they’ve seen many more happy tears. As the years go by it’s this time of year that I remember my parents the most.

  240. When I was younger I wanted to grow up to be a professional musician. For Christmas one year my grandmother took me, just me to see Cats on Broadway. I was entranced. After the show on our drive back home I was gushing about the show and the costumes and the orchestra. I told Nana that when I grew up I wanted to be first chair in the orchestra for Cats.

    A few days later when my mother, brother and I went home there was a package for me from my Nana. It was sheet music for the musical Cats. Best Christmas ever. Best grandma ever.

  241. A year ago, our youngest son Charlie who was 20 years old at the time, was told on Thanksgiving that his best friend since 3rd grade was approved to be a living donor for his much needed liver transplant. We spent the Christmas season praying and awaiting one of the biggest challenges of our family life. On December 29th, our family and Sarah’s family all boarded the night train out of Newton Kansas to travel to Chicago for the pre-op appointment on the 3oth. Then we all spent New Year’s Eve at the Ronald McDonald House in Chicago, and the surgery was performed on January 2nd. All told, it took 10 hours to do the transplant, and 3 months to recover. Needless to say, there was a lot of time for knitting! That is one holiday season, we will never forget. The priceless, amazing gift of organ donation, that we can never repay.

    • I should have clarified, Sarah was his donor. She gave 67% of her liver, so that Charlie could live a normal, healthy life. Pleased to say that both Sarah and Charlie are doing absolutely great.

  242. I remember my father packing the van for our annual Christmas trip to New Hampshire and Maine to visit family and friends. My grandmother Tallman would have a new sweater, hat, scarf and mittens knitted before we were ready to head back home!

  243. I love the Easter season and my best memories are those when my birthday falls on Easter. I was born on Easter so every eleven years the bunny and I get to share a special day together.

  244. Many years ago, when my children were little we were in the military and stationed in Germany. We were away from family and there wasn’t any snow (which we were used to). So we lied to the kids and told them we were going out to the movie, and we got the neighbors (who knew what we planned) babysit for them. So we wrapped the presents and put them under the christmas tree we got. We had bought a couple cans of fake spray on snow. we sprayed the balcony floor with the fake snow, and then on the carpet. Then the kid’s dad used his combat boots to make big foot prints in the “snow”. Then when the “movie” was over, we went up to pick them up and brought them home. we had left the door to the balcony open, like Santa forgot to shut it. They were so excited. It was a wonderful memory. The innocense of childhood and the belief in Santa.

  245. My favorite holiday memories are the holiday Christmas concerts at Church when all the children would preform the Christmas story and sing carols. Afterwards the local association would give all the children gift bags filled with peanuts, apples, oranges and Christmas candy.

  246. My most memorable holiday was the Christmas Eve when my daughter was around 3 years old. She still believed in Santa at that time. Around 2 am, she woke up and caught be finishing wrapping gifts. The room lights were off and the only lumination was the lights from the Christmas tree. She saw a large round object on the couch which was her new bean bag chair. She asked, what is that? I told her that was Santa’s bag that he left, but he had to go to refill his other bag and he would not be happy to find her up. I felt so sorry for my child, she must have done 90 miles an hour to get back to bed…..I will also remember the innocence of my child that evening and it make the holiday just so perfect…..

  247. I loved sneaking down the stairs to see all the presents by the light of the Christmas tree. It was always torture waiting until it hit the time I was allowed to wake up my parents!

  248. Jennifer Hernandez

    November 29, 2013 at 7:58 pm

    Most Thanksgiving holidays began with a road trip to the cousins about 5 hours away. Grandma was the pie maker and I can remember driving north around 5am with 31 pies in the back of the passenger van we drove. Im not sure how my mom and grandma managed to get 31 pies into the car without any casualties, let alone get all the way to the cousin’s house. We ended up with a 1.5 pie to person ratio that year!

  249. Jennifer Hernandez

    November 29, 2013 at 8:00 pm

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  250. I remember that we always had Holiday dinner at our house with all the aunts, uncles and cousins. Long ago and far away.
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  251. Denise Somrack D'Angelo

    November 29, 2013 at 8:02 pm

    My first year away from home (back in 1978) I studied at the School of the Pennsylvania Ballet in hopes of getting a company contract as a professional ballerina. I was chosen to dance in their annual Nutcracker and couldn’t go home for Thanksgiving because of the intense rehearsal schedule. So I, along with my fellow dancers, took a heavy wooden door off it’s hinges in our apartment, ran down the block to “borrow” a few milk crates from the corner grocer, laid the door on the crates, topped it with a beautiful lace tablecloth and proceeded to cook up the best Thanksgiving dinner any 18 year olds could. My roommate’s, (Lea Thompson, yes, the movie actress) sister roasted the turkey in a paper bag! Everyone else brought a dish and we sat on the floor, Japanese style and had the best feast ever!! Ah, to be young again!! I did get that contract, btw, and danced with the Pennsylvania Ballet for the next ten years!!

  252. My favorite holiday memory is Thanksgiving as a little girl. We use to go to my grandma and grandpa’s house. My aunt, mom and grandma would be out in the kitchen cooking, the men hanging in the living room and my sisters, cousins and would play barbies. All the kids sat at the end of the table beside the adults.It was fun seeing my cousins and playing barbies. I loved looking at my grandma’s Christmas Wish Book from Sears ,too.

  253. Best ever? This Thanksgiving–my son is home from Afghanistan!!

  254. My favorite thanksgiving memory is making the stuffing with my Uncle Bud. (It was delicious)

  255. Favorite Christmas memory: I’ve always wanted big Christmas trees. DH was adamant that the tree could not be taller than the ceiling, which led to many a discussion about what exactly 8′ looked like when it was out on the tree lot. When we moved into our current home with cathedral ceilings, DH tells me I can pick the largest tree I want.
    So DS and I head out to find the perfect large tree. It was beautiful in every way. We get it home, only to discover that it is almost too wide to get through the double french doors. I had to stand outside and push, while DH stood inside and pulled the tree into the house.
    We decorated it with every ornament we owned and it was my dream come true.

    But now we measure the width of the tree before we bring it home!

  256. As a young child my family was stationed in post war Germany. My best Christmas was when we were invited into the home of a German family and I saw a Christmas tree that was alight with candles. Singing German Christmas carols with the family. Many years later I learned that after WWII the German people were starving because of a shortage of food. I realize now how much the spirit of Christmas was shown. I did not know, as a child, what they gave up to host guests. This memory bring out the true meaning of Christmas – LOVE.

  257. So many good memories….yesterday gave even more…..watching the grandkids get thru a family gathering with no meltdowns! Seeing the little one battle with, and win, a big ole drumstick!!!

  258. My Christmas memory: Always spending Christmas Eve at my Grandma’s house. There was such warm, dim lighting as we ate our Christmas feast. I would always eat a bunch of the Russian Teacakes. We’d open presents and I would throw the wrapping paper into the air–then, we’d make piles out of our stash. Finally, we would lye under the Christmas tree and look up into it at all the twinkling lights and ornaments — that was (and is) always the best.

  259. Christina Del Villar

    November 29, 2013 at 8:12 pm

    I love being able to spend holidays with my family, and they all live within 30 mins. so it’s easy to o. One year I did the Bermuda marathon and stayed in Bermuda for Thanksgiving. While I wasn’t with my family that year, I was with some great friends and we had lobster instead of turkey. Oh, and it was 80 degrees!

  260. I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day 2005 camping out at San Luis Obispo in Southern California communing with nature. It was my first year away from family during the holidays and I was overjoyed to watch several families who chose the simplicity of nature over overt American consumerism. It was one of the most peaceful holidays I have ever had.

  261. My grandma made the best cut-out cookies in reindeer shapes. I`’ve come close but have never been able to duplicate these “made with love by grandma” treasures.

  262. I guess the one we recount the most with grins is the year we traveled to FL and tied the box of stocking stuffers and the kids handmade stockings to the roof. We didn’t even get out of our county in GA before we realized the box had flown of the roof. The number of times we recount and visual how great those gifts are gives us laughs. Hopefully someone who needed them is still enjoying lost and found treasures.

  263. My favorite Christmas memory was when I was very little and all the traditions were still in place – go to church at midnight (it would usually be snowy) we’d come home to open our presents and then eat a festive meal the next day (Christmas day). It all felt so magical before they started pushing the holidays on us rapid fire.

  264. My best Christmas was last Christmas when my son came back home from deployment!

  265. My favorite Christmas memory is the times we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for Christmas. They had a silver tinsel tree and my Grandma made the best meal! I loved every moment. We didn’t get many gifts but that didn’t matter to me, the love there was wonderful.

  266. We went snowmobiling on Christmas Day and
    I went flying off the back of one landing in the
    soft fluffy snow laughing and my poor family
    running and screaming towards me thinking
    I was hurt only to find me laughing and telling
    them I wanted to do it again. Lol to this day
    they will not let me ride on the back of a
    snowmobile, just incase. :-)

  267. I am fortunate to have many wonderful holiday memories. One of my favorites is my oldest son holding up an afghan I’d crocheted for him telling his new wife, “My Mom made this for us!!” It was amazing to hear the pride and wonder in his voice.

  268. Christina Del Villar

    November 29, 2013 at 8:19 pm

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  270. My favorite holiday memory was growing up as a kid. Every year, I would look forward to our Family Christmas party that my grandmother would hold. Usually, it was at Grandma’s house. I remember being a little kid and seeing the tree all lit up. Myself and my cousins would all get a goody bag and we would sit together and unwrap presents… My grandma continued this tradition every year, and still sends goody bags to my kids.

  271. I lived Christmas when my daughter & son were born. Grandparents would send large boxes starting in September, of presents which I hid till Christmas Eve. After children finally went to sleep I would bring all the presents out place under tree it took hours. Reward was the joy of hearing the excitement in their voices as they tip toed towards the tree. I would have them put a gift on their head and guess what it was such fun memories. No they never did guess what the gift was. I would fix hot cocoa served with cinnamon rolls. Now my daughter passes on the tradition with her son. Our grandson likes to hear stories when his mom was a little girl.
    Thank you allowing me to relive memories.

  272. My favorite part of Christmas was baking with my Mom to make her famous apple crisp and chocolate cream pies.

  273. making snow angels

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  277. My favorite thanksgiving memory is the last one I had with my mom. She was a small woman who spent her entire life using every minute she had helping someone else. Never once did I hear her complain or say one bad word about anyone. And her life was extremely hard. She loved everyone she met! She would always find a way to make a huge meal for us on Thanksgiving even with very little income. On the last Thanksgiving she had a terminal lung disease but even though she couldn’t stand up without trouble, she told us to put a chair in the kitchen and insisted on making the entire Thanksgiving meal for all if us kids. What a beautiful beautiful woman and mother…so much to be thankful for!..

  278. My favorite is Christmas Eve of 1998. My baby boy was born in September of that year, missing a heart chamber. We were told that he would not survive the night. After open heart surgery #1, our second night home together as a family was on Christmas Eve of that year. My baby boy was alive, candles were lit on the mantle, there was a peace and a joy in my heart that I can still feel. Very thankful.

  279. I remember my grandmother telling my 3 year old brother and me, age 6, that Santa was at the door when she answered it, but had left when he learned we were still awake. She went on to say he didn’t have the sleigh because it was raining. He was driving his Cadillac.

  280. Stephanie Harper

    November 29, 2013 at 8:34 pm

    My favorite Christmas memories are a progression. I’m a Jew girl who married a non-Jew. Yay! I got a Christmas tree. We invited our closest couple friends to help trim our tree each Christmas Eve. Sit down prime rib dinner drinks and fun. We had two kids. They had two kids…and then we were 8. This Christmas tradition has continued for over 40 years. Our crowd grew as our kids wanted to invite some friends…and then their parents. Girl/Boyfriends began to show up for our kids and the others. Then husbands and wives. Some grandchildren. More than 40 years of sharing Christmas Eve with our friends. It thrills that the next generation cherishes the tradition. They all just keep coming.

  281. For us, the main holiday was New Year’s. We made so much special foods before the big holiday, and of course, had leftovers for days and days. The were certain recipes that were used ONLY for this holiday. Everyone got to stay up as late as they wanted. Now that I live on a different continent, almost 10,000 miles away from my family, I do not get to celebrate New Years the same way, so I miss it a lot.

  282. One of my favorite memories is my mom making hot apple cider with cinnamon sticks, with ginger snap cookies and decorating the tree together.

  283. When I was little along with all of the excitement of trimming the tree especially stringing popcorn and cranberries I loved getting my stocking which was always jammed full of all sorts of little things as well as the tangerine in the toe! As I got older and discovered who Santa was I still loved getting my stocking as my mom continued this even as we became adults. Sometimes I would hear her go out to fill them and the rustling of the plastic bag made it even harder to sleep!!!! I continue this tradition with my children and grandchildren and it is so fun to tiptoe out to the living room to fill the stockings before everyone wakes!!!! Great giveaway!

  284. My favorite part of the Christmas was the big family get-togethers. Now its much smaller but still great.

  285. Thanks so much for the giveaway!

    I have a wonderful memory of spending my first Christmas with my husband’s family. He has Norwegian roots, and they do a traditional “white” dinner on Christmas Eve. It was beautiful and delicious.

  286. When I was in seventh grade, our family spent Christmas at the cabin in the mountains that my grandfather had built before he passed away a few years previous. We were hit with a big snowstorm, so we had to park a few miles down the mountain and haul everything up on toboggans. We rode the toboggans back down the mountain for the next load to haul up. What a glorious time it was for us kids! A White Christmas, fresh greens and lots of love and laughter.

  287. One of my favorite Christmas holidays was when we sat around playing cards with the neighbor whose property adjoined ours. No presents just great company and a warm fire in the wood stove in a home we built with our hands.
    I was about 15yo and we had moved from San Diego to rural Missouri. We bought
    some land in the Irish Wilderness and started an adventure living off the land.
    It was a present given to us by our parents. We were able to experience things you only read about when you live in the city. My mother passed on her love of knitting, crochet, and sewing. Later, she started spinning and left me with that blessing along with her stash. Merry Christmas to All!

  288. I remember my Grandmother making a big Polish dinner for Christmas Eve, bubble lights (the old-fashioned kind) on the tree and a neighbor who dressed up as Santa Clause and went to visit all the houses. My grandmother died when I was just five, so this was a very early memory.

  289. My favorite memory is from my kids’ childhood. My father-in-law and mother-in-law were so excited Christmas morning they would come to our house and wake us and the kids up. They’d tap on my daughter’s window and wake her up. Then when she’d let them in the house they woke everyone else up not believing we should sleep past 6:30 on Christmas morning.

  290. My favorite Christmas memories are from when I was a kid and every year on Christmas morning I and my 5 siblings would line up from youngest to oldest on the stairs and anxiously wait while my dad would sneak around the corner to “check” if Santa had visited the night before. So much anticipation! and every year it was still such a fabulous rush when Dad would come around the corner and set up free with the news that Santa had made it that year!

  291. My favorite Christmas memory was the last time my youngest believed in Santa. Because we didn’t have a fireplace, I told him that Santa had a magic key to come in everyone’s house. We had to leave a checklist on the door and when he left presents for his brother, sister and him, Santa would use his gold marker and check off everyone’s name. In the morning he came running to my room screaming that he heard Santa that night and we all went running to the door. He was so happy when saw the big gold glitter check marks. What a memory will still look back on even now that he’s 25. Merry Christmas!

  292. We were a military family and my father’s job meant that he was gone 6 months out of the year, a couple of weeks here, a month there but every time he was gone before the holidays my Mom would cook and prepare like no tomorrow! He ALWAYS brought home the service members that had no place to be for Thanksgiving, Christmas or New Years Day! As a kid we were surrounded by family friends!

  293. My favorite memory is of my great grandmother at Christmas. It was one of her last. My mom bought me a few pairs of those socks with toes on them, and I put mine on. My grandmother wanted a pair, so I gave her one and she worked for nearly an hour to get those things on! But by golly, she got them. She was so proud and happy with her toe socks. I miss her dearly. I think I have a picture of me and her posing with our feet in the air or something.

  294. It was the first Christmas that I questioned Santa. My dad had my older brother and sister make tracks while we were at church. There were sleigh tracks and “reindeer tracks” all over the place, even on the roof! They did everything they could think of to make sure I still believed, and then came to church so I wouldn’t notice. It worked! :)

  295. I remember going to midnight mass at church, and by the time we came home, Santa had been there. We were told my dad didn’t go with us because he worked a lot and was really tired, and he never woke up when Santa showed up. It took quite a few years for me to figure out Dad wasn’t tired, but til then it was great. We got to open our presents when we got home from church before we had to go to bed.

  296. When my sibs and I were little back in the ’70s, since we didn’t have a chimney, my parents would put up a cardboard fireplace so Santa could get to our house!

  297. My favorite Christmas memory is every year. I can’t wait for this Christmas as the grandchildren are all the perfect age for enjoying the magic of the season. Each Christmas of my memory has been amazing, wonderful and full of family love.

  298. Living as part of a large combined family in the 50′s was unusual, and we didn’t ever seem to have much. But Christmas was special. One by one we kids (7 of us) would creep down the stairs, and line up on the couch, to look at the tree and the presents. It was probably the only time of the year we got along for a while without fighting. Of course, as the whispers and giggles got louder, we would hear my father call out from his bedroom that if we didn’t all get back to bed, Santa would swoop in and take everything back. So up the stairs we’d go, until we thought the parents were asleep, and start sneaking down the stairs again! This would go on until we finally got to stay up and open our presents.

  299. Catherine Cudmore

    November 29, 2013 at 9:01 pm

    One of my favorite memories is when my daughter was 3 years old, and she finally got the concept of Santa Claus. My brother went outside while my husband and I were reading a book with her and rang sleigh bells. Her eyes light up like nothing I had ever seen! The joy the excitement! I wished that magic could have lasted forever!!!

  300. Through all my Christmas memories as a child, with my own children, etc., the one that comes to mind is my first Christmas as a married woman. Two weeks before Christmas, my husband’s appendix ruptured but we didn’t know til we went to the hospital five days later. He was in the hospital for a week but was healthy enough to play the organ at church on Chrostmas Eve. While he was in the hospital, some people from our church brought us a big tree and groceries for a week including a holiday dinner. As we were both working part-time at the that time, money was tight and their generosity was overwhelming. And, as we had no medical insurance, a special hospital grant fund paid all our hospital bills. I still feel so grateful and blessed now thirty years later.

  301. One year I got my then preschool age kids enormous Pooh Bear, Piglet, and Trigger stuffed animals as gifts. Got them home strapped in kid’s carseats. Lots of odd looks and smiles

  302. I remember one year There was a knock on the door and it was someone delivering
    my present–a Siamese kitten that I promptly named Snowball! Snowball lived a very long life and was a great companion to me.

  303. All of my family is several hours away so I started staying home for Thanksgiving and spending Christmas with the family. Now I have the tradition of spending Friday morning at my local yarn shop and then putting up Christmas decorations in the afternoon. Makes a wonderful start to the holiday season.

  304. I remember my mom making dozens and dozens of gingerbread men and the entire dining room table would be covered with gingerbread men. She would put on Christmas music and spend hours piping icing around the outline of the gingerbread men, put them in a sandwich bag and then tie them closed with red ribbon that had a loop where it could be hung on a Christmas tree. Then me and my brothers would bring trays of gingerbread men to all of our neighbors for them to hand on their trees. To this day the smell of gingerbread is one of my favorites.

  305. I loved getting out and setting up the nativity set when I was a little girl. My mom had one with ceramic figurines including Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the three kings, an angel and several farm animals. Oh yeah, and a shepherd or two to tend to those animals (there was a sheep!) I even liked packing it away.

  306. One of the best memories was my sister going into labor Christmas morning, and my nephew being born about 7 that night! Other memories are Making fudge from scratch, not the marshmallow kind. Baking cookies, drinking hot chocolate after playing in the snow. Frozen bottles of Pepsi that we stuck in the snow! Bread rising by the heater, chocolate sandwiches! She was deaf and everyone assumed she was “slow”, but she wasn’t, she gave us four kids some of the best memories a child could ask for. I miss her so……

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  309. One year I left Vancouver, B.C. on Christmas Eve, headed on what was normally a 6 hour drive to my parents in Washington. But this year, there was an ice storm, all the freeways were empty, one ferry route was closed, so I went round through Seattle. It was a white-knuckle drive on silent white roads, but when I arrived, many hours late, the great tree in the living room was lit, the family was all there, and with hot drinks, cookies, and much love they welcomed me home. And Santa came not long after, even through the storm.

  310. My fondest memory happened the year my sister was fighint breast cancer. She had been in the hospital and it looked like she would miss Christmas–her favorite holiday. My other sister was staying with her in the hospital. I was teaching at a small school and wanted to have a Twister game party for my special ed. students. I need at least three Twister games, but none were to be found. So, my two sisters from the hospital made it their mission to find the games for me. They called every store in the region and found the games for me. I was so grateful for the games and for their kind act. Then, something wonderful happened. Her doctor released her just before Christmas. She got to spend the holidays with us and with her three daughters. We lost her shortly after but that memory is held close to all of us.

  311. When I was little, the Christmas tree did not appear until Christmas morning with the presents. We waited at the top of the steps until Mom and Dad went downstairs and turned on the lights. Magical!

  312. My favorite Xmas memories were of Hanukkah, LOL! Actually my camp used to sell trees in December and on Xmas eve we’d bring home one of the little trees and I’d string popcorn and cranberries and decorate it. My mother always had us doing arts and crafts projects and we’d hang those up too. My miserable early attempts at knitting occasionally were hung up to give it that odd Dr Suess kind of thing.

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  314. i remember my father taking me tree shopping, he always wanted a real tree. some days, it was so cold, i had to wear hat and mittens, other times, just a sweater. he knew every place to go, looking for the perfect tree.the right smell, the right needles…. taking ir home and cutting the bottom off and letting it fall out. we usually got our tree a week before christmas/ every time i smell fresh frasier pine, i remember.

  315. Favorite Holiday Memory? Well, the one that comes to mind is when my dad took all my presents and left me a chunk of coal in a ratty stocking because apparently I had NOT been a good kid right before Christmas. Since my birthday is the 15th I always felt “left out” because we couldn’t afford a party that close to Santa time. Ah well…..we lived through it.

  316. so many but one of my favorites was my Grandpa writing me a letter pretending that he was Santa and couldnt get the doll house that he gave me to my grandparents house for christmas so it was at our house waiting for me to get home for years I didnt know it was written by Grandpa

  317. Watching the expressions on my girls faces as they rounded the corner in the morning to see what Santa had left for them under their real Christmas tree….priceless memories!

  318. My mom always had a big open house party Christmas Eve. We had to go to bed early, but then she woke us up at midnight, right after Santa came, to open all our presents. The her friends left and we went back to bed. The next morning she got to sleep in while we got up and quietly played with our gifts. Pretty smart.

  319. My most favorite Christmas memory is when we moved from Puerto Rico to Newfoundland. Our first snow, our first family outing to the woods in the snow to
    “shop” for our tree. It took hours hiking around and falling in the snow when it was too deep for little legs. Finally! Our tree was on the top of the car and back home to decorate and adore it. Only to find that it was too tall for our ceiling and had to have
    a foot cut off the top. My parents; crazy kids that they were.

  320. When I was little I use to like to sit at the top of the stairs and watch my parents put our presents under the tree. They use to look so excited, but relaxed at the same time.

  321. kim schmittendorf

    November 29, 2013 at 9:43 pm

    My favourite holiday memory is walking with my mother down Newberry st in Boston. She had never been to Boston and we were walking from the subway to the apartment that I had when it started snowing. Everyone was at the football game so the streets were deserted. The street lights were soft and Christmas lights were twinkling in store Windows. My mom just stopped walking and stood looking around. She told me that she would never forget how beautiful everything was right at that moment. I am so glad i was able to give her that memory. Her life had been extremely hard and she never had the chance to see or experience wonderful moments. My brother and I lost her a few years ago and I hold that picture of her on Newberry St standing in the falling snow in my heart forever.

  322. My fondest holiday memory is my grandfather taking me to pick out the Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving every year when I was young.

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  325. Waking up at 4am on Christmas morning to open presents in a pillow case left at the end of my bed. Always included was a large bar of chocolate which I would start eating immediately!

  326. A favorite memory was spending my husband’s birthday and thanksgiving in New York City. The macys parade, the lights, the energy were all incredible. That will be a favorite memory for a long time.

  327. The last 5 years or so, we have bought a fresh Christmas tree at a local place. The owner gad his big ole black lab there. It was such fun picking out a tree and playing fetch with this guy at the same time. My husband passed away this year, so all of these special memories are in my mind.

  328. My favorite memory is the Christmas when I was ten or eleven and we took the train to Pittsburgh PA to my uncle’s house. They lived at the top of a steep hill and r when it snowed or was icy the city would close the street so we could go sledding. It was also the first time I ever went to a mall.

  329. I remember when my kids were toddlers and they were so excited at the holidays.

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  331. I remember laying under the tree looking up at the lights the night before Christmas every year. It was peaceful and quiet and I knew there would be at least one present under the tree the next day.

    Just before going to bed each Christmas Eve it was my job to place the baby Jesus safely in the manger. My brothers took care of Santa, I took care of Jesus.

  332. Sometime in the week after St. Nicholas Day, my parents would literally stay up all night long making candies. In the night I would smell the candy cooking. When I got up the next morning, the whole house would be filled with candy on waxed paper. The whole family would carefully package them into tins or boxes. From that point on we made cookies and little cakes and homemade goodies. On Christmas Eve we would deliver all our packages to older people we knew or shut-ins in our town. We would then go to church and put on our silly pageants. When we got home from church, Santa Claus had come to our house because we had been so generous to others first. I remember one elderly lady who cherished the little Christmas tree I made her out of old magazines and spray painted green. I made little ornaments to put on it. We were never allowed to buy presents. We had to make all that we gave away. Long after I got married, my grandmother made special little candies for my husband. She told me they were only for him, and that I better not eat any of his. She reminded me I knew how to make candy, he didn’t.

  333. My favorite memory is more of a New Year’s memory. After my daughter was born in September, my mother decided that their could be no more September birthdays in the family (there were already about 10), so no one could spend New Year’s Eve alone. We all went to her house, and then watched the Rose Bowl Parade the next day…much better than going out with strangers.

  334. When I was 5 years old and my sister was 3, we were at our maternal grandparents’ for Christmas. They lived in rural East Tennessee, 30 or so miles from the nearest town of any size. We had gone into the woods to choose a tree, and it was all decorated, waiting for Santa.

    On Christmas Eve, my grandpa told my sister and me that someone had seen Santa in the area. He asked if we would like to go for a drive and look for him. We excitedly agreed and piled into the green Hudson my grandpa owned. We rode and looked up into the sky for a long stretch of time. Finally, my grandpa said, “Maybe he came around that other way. Let’s look there, too.” So we kept riding and looking. We never spotted Santa, and decided to go home and see if he had been there.

    When we arrived back at my grandparents’ log cabin, sure enough, Santa had been there! We had a child-sized wooden table and chairs, a tea set, and a newborn baby doll for each of us.

    I now know that it was at great sacrifice that our grandparents gave us this special Christmas because they were very poor subsistence farmers who struggled for every penny. Every Christmas, I tell this story to someone who hasn’t heard it before.

  335. When I was young my mother was a hard working single mother. She always tried her best to provide for us. One year at Christmas someone did a twelve days of Christmas for us and brought us something each night anonymously. It was so amazing to have someone love and care for us and give to us when we had nothing. We looked forward to the doorbell ring each night for the surprise. It also taught me as a young child to be giving and the true message of Christmas.

  336. My favorite holiday memory was when around 9 years old. My mom, dad, my older brother, my younger sister and I went to our grandma’s house for Christmas Eve to eat and open gifts with her and our dad’s brother and his family. Dad hadn’t come with us for some reason but he showed up later and we had lots of fun. It was late when we got home and we all went to bed right away, but not before we looked out the back sliding glass door to see if we could see if Santa flying in his sleigh. In the morning we woke early usually around 3 am to open gifts and look in our stockings which hung in front of the fireplace. As the explosion of wrapping paper and toys was winding down, our mother went to look into her stocking. There was a note from Santa for us to go look out the same sliding glass door, which we had looked out the night before. When we did there was a big ice rink in our back yard which went with our ice skates that we had just received from Santa. Of course we had to wait for days until the water turned to ice! But it was the best present ever and we enjoyed it for several more years.

  337. I was always the first one up on Christmas morning, not only in our house, but usually on our entire block! We weren’t allowed to go downstairs without the parents, though, so it was torture waiting for the moment. We would always go around the family circle, each one choosing a gift for each person to open. It was great fun. My parents are gone now but my daughter and I open our presents together via Skype so the great fun carries on. For me the reaction she has when she opens her special knit gift each year is the best feeling of all.

  338. My favorite Christmas memories are when all of the aunts, uncles, and cousins would get together at one time and have a big family at my grandmother and Papa’s house. The house would be full of so many different conversations and all of us kids would play under the parents feet in middle of it all. That was the time there seemed to be the most love when all of the family was together.

  339. My son is hard to surprise, one year all he wanted were all the CDs for his favorite band. When I got them I repackaged them in boxes of differing sizes. He picked them up and shook them and guessed on the contents for weeks, never coming close to getting it right. The pure joy on his face when he realized I’d tricked him on Christmas day was priceless.

  340. 1987 … the year my younger son was born on Christmas Day.

  341. Making paper chains, popcorn & cranberry garland and reading The Night Before Christmas with my kids when they were small. My daughter nows carries on the traditions with her daughter.

  342. When my son was two, he got a Fisher Price drum for Christmas…it came with a neck strap, drum sticks, and a drum major’ s hat that all fit back inside the drum. He put that drum on and never took it it off all the rest of the day He still loves music 24 years later and married his Drummer Girl in October… They met while playing in a rock band

  343. My Grandpa was sitting in the kitchen on Christmas morning when I came down the stairs. The kitchen was warm and Grandpa had a twinkle in his eye. We were the only ones awake. “Hey, Sis… How about pumpkin pie for breakfast?” “Okay,” I replied. He cut 2 pieces and put one in front of me and I dug in. I’d taken a couple of bites when Grandma came in… “GRANNY… what are you feeding her for breakfast?” Grandpa looked up from his pie and said… “It’s Christmas and she wanted PIE.” Grandma sighed… “Good thing I made two!” From that year on, Pumpkin Pie was (and still is) Christmas breakfast… Grandpa’s great granddaughters are grown now and they are passing on the tradition :-)

  344. Christmas at my house was always something special. It was my mom’s favorite holiday. There were traditions: attending the earliest Mass that was said, which meant dressing in the dark; no going in to the living room to open presents until after we had hot chocolate. As my sister once asked – why didn’t we ask for chocolate milk and not burn our tongues? Presents from Santa were never wrapped (that’s how you knew they were from Santa) Best of all – staying at home all day. Mom said we’d waited all year for those presents and she wasn’t going to ask us to pick one to take to our aunt and uncle’s or grandparent’s house. Often they all came to our house for dinner. However, the one that always brings tears to my eyes is the year we decided not to travel to the Midwest from Houston for Christmas. A few days before Christmas the big box of presents arrives from my parents in Chicago. I’m taking out the boxes to put under the tree and one is wrapped in different paper than all the rest. It says “open now” and is addressed to me. I unwrap it while the kids watch and I burst in to tears. My sister has created a duplicate of my mom’s Christmas tree skirt, a large circular piece of white felt with numerous sequined pieces to place on the white flannel that like mom she had made by hand. This was the first time my kids had seen me cry and were asking what was wrong? I said, “Nothing, I’m just so happy.” They had never seen tears of joy. Over the years they’ve seen many more happy tears. As the years go by it’s this time of year that I remember my parents the most.

  345. When I was little we were very poor and my brother was so sick that he almost lived at the hospital. My mother took the doll I had and with yarn made new hair for her and knit an outfit. She was so beautiful and it is still many, many years later the Christmas I love the best. That was the last year my brother was home for Christmas.

  346. My favorite Christmas memories: On Christmas Eve after church, sitting around the Christmas tree singing carols, with mom and/or me playing the piano with real candles on the tree. And later, with my own kids, continuing this tradition with each of them playing an instrument (violin, flute, guitar, piano) , and all of us singing and harmonizing, by candlelight. And the only time we sang Silent Night was on Christmas Eve. Once that was done, we’d descend into secular songs and goof around. But it was so much fun!

  347. I was about 4 or 5 years old. My parents were in school full time with 3 small children. They barely had enough funds to feed the family, much less to do anything for the holiday. Christmas morning arrived and we found boxes piled at the front door – food, toys, and all sorts of wonderful treats for our family. The best was a doll that was as big as me and my sister – we named her Liza. God blessed abundantly – we never learned who gave us this blessing.

  348. When I was child there was a neighbor lady who made sugar cutout cookies every Christmas, and then she would invite us kids to frost and decorate them. It was time filled with much laughter and joy and yumminess! I felt such a sense of love and belonging. She was the first person to introduce me to the delight of decorating Christmas cookies…
    Once I grew up I started making my own cutout cookies and also started sharing the decorating duties with others…such fun! It has become a beloved tradition in our family all these years later.

  349. Christmas 1967 my Dad was in the Airforce station in Texas. My Mother’s first Christmas away from her family. They did not have much money either so they made me a doll house. It was awesome and I still have it. I restore it and now my precious moments Christmas ornaments stand in each room on display. They bought me a doll and mother made all her clothes and Dad made a nice case for her and the clothes to fit in, I still have that as well. The scrapes from the clothes she made for the doll she used in the doll house for carpet and curtains. I was and still am very blessed to have such sweet thoughtful and talented parents. Sadly my Dad has gone on to heave but there is so much of him around to remind me. Thankfully they gave me creative genes and I love to knit and crochet. This year I am making several family members and friends scarfs to wear including my sweet Mother.

  350. I am from a large Italian family with over 40 first cousins. I would say that my favorite Christmas memories would be when I was growing up and after we opened our gifts on Christmas, we would head to Grandma’s house which was filled with all my relatives. It was always noisy, had lots of food- Italian of course, and filled to the brim with people!! A lot of us kids would take our plates to the narrow stairway to the second floor and we would sit on the stairs while we ate our meal laughing and talking! We sat and ate wherever there was a spot– even on the floor by the wall- but that made it special and our love for each other and for our blessings was everywhere!!!

  351. The Christmas I was 7, my mother had fled from domestic violence, and took her four small daughters with her. We were living on the Indian Reservation, so she could be close to her family. We had a little trailer, with no running water, in South Dakota. As poor as we were in such conditions, I remember that Christmas with so much joy. We had a 2 ft tree, because we had no room, but our home was filled with love and laughter. We were safe, we were home, we had each other.

  352. My favorite thing is my Family White Elephant exchange. I usually knit some silly hat or item along with another gift. We have our traditional Sicilian Christmas Eve dinner and the Kids get first priority.

  353. My favorite Christmas memory is when I gave Santa a Christmas present. When I was a kid (back in the 60′s) a guy from the Salvation Army came to our house to drop off some presents for us kids (there were 7 of us) and I asked my mom if I could give him the soap sachet I had made in school for her and she told me yes. I am the only person I know who gave Santa a Christmas present.

  354. I remember my dad banging on the ceiling in another room and saying ho, ho, ho because I was told my “friends” that there was no santa…. He sure had me believing again!

  355. We live in Michigan and I remember the year my sister and I found ice skates under the Christmas tree. The only problem was, where would we use them? That’s when my Dad showed us the skating rink he’d made for us in the backyard! It was a wonderful present and such a thoughtful gift. We loved it and enjoyed it all winter long.

  356. My dad was stationed at Hickam AFB in Hawaii when I was little….I remember that Santa wore red bermuda shorts and a tank top and we could swim in the ocean on Christmas day….good times :)))

  357. I grew up the child of a serious Trekkie. He started a tradition of hiding a Data action figure somewhere on the tree the night before Christmas, and we had to find it in the morning. I bet nobody else out there had a plastic android on their tree!

  358. One of my best Christmas memories is making cookies with my mom. We didn’t have a mixer, and when the dough got too stiff for me to stir we would both hold the spoon together.

  359. I grew up as a Navy “brat” and, when I was five, we were living in Italy. When it came time to write my thank you motes, I could not think what gift my aunt had sent me so I wrote, “I am not sure what you gave me, but I am sure I loved it.” Well, my gift from her arrived six months later. It had been lost in the mail. It was a Sacha doll that I adored. I still have it.

  360. Many years ago my brother could not come home for Thanksgiving, but he was going to be able to come for Christmas. On the phone on Thanksgiving he told my mother that all he wanted for Christmas was a Thanksgiving dinner. Well at the table that Thanksgiving we all decided it wasn’t a Thanksgiving dinner unless it was actually made on Thanksgiving. So we made a plate of all the fixings and saved it to give my brother on Christmas Day. But we left it out on the counter the weeks between the dates, then wrapped it all up and put it under the tree. You should have seen my brother’s face when he opened up his desiccated, moldy Thanksgiving dinner for Christmas!

  361. The Christmas I was about 11 or 12, I had to follow a ribbon from the tree through the living room, dining room, kitchen, downstairs into the basement where I discovered a vanity/dressing table that my father had built for me!

  362. I remember the year that I got one of my husbands’s grandmother’s Christmas stockings. She had made one for every member of the family for years. They’re crocheted granny squares sewn together in green, red and white, the names are on the cuf of each one. I felt so special that I had finally gotten my stocking… now years later, I carry on the tradition, and make every new member of the family a Christmas stocking of their own. I will always treasure mine…. and I’ve started to teach a few of the kids and grand kids how to make them too. I’m planning on passing the tradition of giving and making things with my hands and heart!

  363. My favorite Christmas memory was my dad wanting to come to my house on Christmas morning to watch my kids open their gifts. I had to call him on Christmas morning when we woke up to tell him we were awake so he could drive over before we started opening gifts.

  364. When our daughter was in the about the 4th grade,each child in her class wrote to 10 different men in service. Joanna was thrilled to receive their replies in the mail even tho a big part of them ask if her mommie was married. There was one very special man named A J who wrote her back and they wrote to each other for many yrs.She send him pics of her herself, her puppy and a ton of other stuff.. While he was stationed in Japan, he sent her a huge box of goodies from Japan at christmas! She was thrilled to receive it and we began to dig into all the goodies. There was cookies, little cakes,lots of chocolate and chips and such. All the packages were wrote in japanese which also thrilled Joanna. She saved all the wrappers in a big book and showed them proudly to all her friends.
    Several days after we had finished eating all the goodies, a letter from A J arrived. Joanna excitely sat down and begin to read the letter to me. She was reading aloud when all the sudden she stopped reading, looked at me with a funny look on her face and her lower lip began to quiver. I asked her what was wrong but she just handed me the letter.
    A.J was telling us in the letter that he had sent her a big box of all the goodies that they had in Japan that we dont have here in the states. He described all the items in the box and the very last thing he wrote was ” And I sure hope you puppy enjoys the dog treats I included just for him” We had EATEN the freaking dog treats!!!! Everything was written in japaneese and we didnt have a clue that some of it was dog treats!!!!! The letter was suppose to arrive before the box but thanks to the U S mail service, we ate the freaking dog treats!!!!!!!
    Am still scratching myself and I have to restrain myself from chasing squirrels but other than that, I really dont think it effected us at all.

  365. When my children were very young I looked up at the library what sugar plums were. They are actually a home made fondant placed in a dried prune cut in half length wise to look like a cradle, then rolled in sugar. Children loved these sweet treats back in the 1700′s because candy was hard to come by. Since then this has been a family tradition, teaching it to our grandchildren.

  366. One Christmas morning (early, early morning) during elementary school, I woke up while it was still dark. I crept to the top of the stairs and stepped down just far enough that when I bent over – on the brink of falling – I could see the tree and the presents and the bike and the stuffed stockings. Then I stood up and went back to bed. Safe, knowing that Santa had come.

  367. My brother Steve was in charge of getting our Christmas Tree. He would go out to his friend’s farm and they would drive all over the farm until he found the perfect tree. Dad would have to cut a foot or two off of it so it would fit in the house. It would always be tall,full – and flat on one side. Every year there would always be a flat side. When Dad finally asked Steve why he picked those trees, Steve told him so it would fit up against the wall. 50 years later he still looks for trees with a flat side lol.

  368. My favorite Christmas memory is when my Dad still was with us (he passed away while we were still quite young. Our family had purchased, and set up a wonderful train set on a track, and when we got up on Christmas morning, it was all set up. It was amazing to look at, and the fact that it really worked was such a wonderful bonus. We didn’t have many “toys” back then, and I can still remember how much better Christmas was when my Dad was still there. I miss them both!

  369. One of my favorite holiday memories is finding a coconut in my Easter basket. I showed it to my parents , and my Dad said “Oh, I know, that’s from the OOOOOhAhhhh bird ” ! What a jokester he was ! He is sorely missed in our family.

  370. One year there was so much snow that we had to walk to church to go to Christmas Mass. It was so magical walking a mile or so through the moonlit snowy landscape to get to the church. It has always been one of my most favorite Christmas memories.

  371. My favorite holiday memories are the dinners with all our family…mom, dad, brothers, sister and nieces and nephews! The huge table was made from plywood on sawhorses and covered with several tablecloths. Once a person sat down, there was no possibility of getting up because there simply wasn’t room. The table filled up the whole living room! Oh, for those good old days with wonderful food and lots of stories and laughter!

  372. I live in California where it very seldom snows but one year it snowed 5 inches and we couldn’t even get to work the day after Christmas. So we made a snowman and snow dog on the front lawn at the shore of the lake. It was magic!

  373. Going out with my mom and dad and sister to cut a fresh tree in the woods. I would get a little tree for my bedroom. I would string popcorn and make garland from construction paper for it!

  374. I remember the snow that we would get, and how we would go out walking in it before opening our presents on Christmas Eve. I always got a new horse book to read – the best!!! Or a new little horse toy to add to my herd. Things were a lot simpler back in the 50s.

  375. Barbara Fritz-Elliott

    November 30, 2013 at 12:06 am

    I remember going to school with a bunch of pennies in my pocket. At recess, we would gather and play dreidel. I won most of the time. This went on everyday during Hanukkah. It ended one day when the teacher came over to see what we were doing.
    She couldn’t believe we were playing with money! It was great fun while it lasted.

  376. One of my fondest Christmas Eve memories was attending a midnight, candlelit, service at my Grandmother’s church. She played piano for the hour-long service where we sang Hymns and heard the Christmas story. I remember being sssoooo excited and ready for the sun to come up. i always had a tough time going to sleep that night.

  377. Thanksgiving. As a child it was one of the few times we saw our cousins. Our extended family would gather together and we would hear all kinds of funny stories told by the adults.

  378. favorite memory continues every Christmas Eve….Wigilia, traditional Polish get together with family.

  379. When I was little my older brothers would always tell me about the times they heard Santa Claus or his reindeer making noises sometime during the night. I would get so excited and it only served to make me believe even more that Santa Claus was coming down the chimney.

  380. Kathleen Brower-Curtis

    November 30, 2013 at 12:35 am

    We didn’t have much money when the kids were all pre-school age and my Mom and I decided to make all the presents for Christmas. Mom called me about 1 am Christmas eve and asked me what I had left to finish. I said just her”s and she said she only needed to finish mine. We agreed to wrap up what was done with a picture of what it was suppose to look like when finished. We would give them as is and take them back to finish when we left and go out for to breakfast and re-exchange on her birthday ( Jan 16th). That way we could get some sleep before the festivities started. We upheld this tradition for many years. It was a great way to make Christmas last.

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  382. We had a long drive home every Christmas eve, and I remember trying so hard to fall asleep so Dad would have to carry me in from the car. What wonderful prizes; thank you for the chance to win!

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  384. My favorite Christmas memory is the year my dad actually got up on the roof and made reindeer “hoof prints” using bananas in the snow. I was so excited to see proof that Santa and the reindeer had actually been to my house :)

  385. Every Christmas the whole extended family gathers at my grandmother’s house. All the younger children (I was once one of them!) play the “pickle game.” My grandmother has a pickle ornament that she hides in her rotating tree. The first child who spots the pickle gets some special treat! It was always great fun to pass the time waiting to open presents.

  386. Every year I host a New Year’s Eve Eve party on the 30th of December so my friends who all have separate family commitments the next night can get together and have a good time nonetheless! It is our 11th year and I’m very excited!

  387. Thirty-one years ago, bright and early on Christmas morning, my first child was born. She was a week late. She is the Christmas gift that keeps on giving. I know that having a Christmas Day birthday is a challenge for her, but I will never, ever forget that wonderful day!

  388. My favorite Christmas holiday memory is that of hay rides in the buckboard wagon with my grandfather and a pile of cousins. When we got back to my grandparents place, grandma would have homemade cocoa and popcorn ball waiting for us.

  389. Charley Sherwood

    November 30, 2013 at 1:00 am

    Many years ago when visiting my sister and her family, my husband and children and I drove to Marble Falls Texas. Upon arriving there we were ushered into the barn where the fire was burning in the wood stove. The walls of the barn were dotted with all kinds of greenery and Christmas lights. We all wanted to sleep in the barn that night which was Christmas Eve. It was one of the most unforgettable sights and everything rang of Christmas.

  390. Have to be Christmas day 1992/1993. It was myself and my older brother playing with a pair if nerf swords (you had to hit the target in the other persons handle to win). We spent hours Christmas day beating on each other with them. My mother got a picture of us while we where getting each other. We broke both of the swords that day.. And never could find them since. Just brings back sad, but good memories.

  391. Decorating! Putting up trees and strings of lights make me happy. And of course, knitting!!!

  392. Christmas at my grandmother’s the first year I had a camera, and color film.. around 1960. I have pictures of my Aunts, Grandmother, and mom in the kitchen (old kitchen with the one light bulb hanging down in the center of the room). Cooking that all important Christmas dinner. Watching my cousins play on the heavy carved oak stairs of the old home… Eating peppermints out of a carnival glass candy dish in my Grandmothers bedroom. There were 12 cousins and we all ate in the upstairs bedrooms with coal fireplaces… and all of our gifts from Grandmother were handmade.

  393. My sister used to belong to a women’s group and for a fund raiser they had “rent a Clause”. My sister volunteered our dad to be Santa. I was a teenager and she was in her twenties so we didn’t mind driving him around that night. It was fun to see the look on people and children’s faces when they saw my dad in the car all dressed up as Santa.

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  395. Barbara Kornbluth

    November 30, 2013 at 2:17 am

    The whole family sitting at the table and everyone talking at once. LOL My Mom in the kitchen frying mounds and mounds of potato latkes (pancakes) The house smelled so good from her cooking and there was soooo much love all around. Now my children and grandkids come to my home and the warmth continues from generation to generation.

  396. One Christmas we couldn’t afford a tree. So, the whole family sat down and colored our on trees. Me, my husband and 3 kids hung the trees on the wall. After the kids went to bed we placed (Santa Claus placed) all the gifts along the wall under the trees. The kids got up happy as every ate, opened gifts and ran outside to play. No sooner had they ran outside they ran back in yelling. We got up to see what was going on. We found a fully decked out Chritmas tree in our front yard with a card saying Merry Christmas from Santa. Next day we planted the tree in the front yard and every year we decorate it. It’s been 11 years since this happen and still have no idea where the tree came from.

  397. When I was little we would go downtown. the whole area was transformed into a winter wonderland.

  398. Growing up in snow country, each year my father would make a large sled out of a piece of sheet metal. He put boards around it and used a rope to tow it behind his vintage 1940s era Jeep. All the neighborhood kids loved piling into the sled for a ride around the block. Even through dad turned corners at a snail’s pace, the sled would slide to the opposite side of the road. For the children, that was the best part of the ride and some daredevil usually fell out because they were leaning over too far. Dad would stop and collect whoever had fallen out and the ride would began again. Luckily it was a very small town and other drivers knew to look out for the Jeep and its load of rowdy revelers.

  399. Playing Christmas games with my family and making chocolate candy

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  401. Sandy Desaulniers

    November 30, 2013 at 3:05 am

    My favorite Christmas memory is my dad would start to play Christmas music right after Thanksgiving and would continue each day until Christmas. This is something I do now too, this is only one of the wonderful memories I have of my father. I sure do wish he were still here to enjoy the holidays with us.

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  402. My favorite holiday memory is being at my grandparents house when I was a kid with my parents, siblings, cousins, aunt and uncle. We had our big Christmas dinner and listened to funny stories that my dad, uncle and grandpa would tell and then we played games into the wee hours of the morning. I remember a lot of laughter and love!

  403. I enjoyed dinner at Grandpa & Grandma Hansen’s on Christmas. It was at their beautiful stone farm house with all the fixings. They would have name cards at each plate. Grandpa even work a dress shirt & tie on that special day.

  404. My favorite holiday memories are more recently made memories with my husband and friends on Thanksgiving. There are three of us who are American in our Thanksgiving group, and we do a full-out hardcore spread as expats representing one of the best foodie holidays. My favorite holiday memories have been explaining the different dishes (and the dubious origins of the Thanksgiving holiday itself) to the various expats from all over the world who join us at my friend’s house to celebrate with us.

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  406. I would love to win….what a prize!
    Favorite memory was the year we had to fool my son into thinking Santa had to begin his trip at our house on Christmas Eve since I had to work the next morning. It was priceless!

  407. I learned to knit at Christmas time 50 years ago with yarn that my mother gave me. In retrospect it was the ugliest green, red, and white scarf ever made, but my mother kept it for years.

  408. I think my most fond memories of Christmas had to do with our family sitting down and opening gifts. It took all morning, because one person would be given a gift, and everyone enjoyed watching them open it. Then they would pick out a gift for another family member and we’d watch them open their gift, and on and on. We enjoyed watching others open their gifts as much as opening our own gifts. It really was a nice family time.

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  410. When we were young we would sit on the steps and peek through the rungs to see what was around the Christmas Tree! We weren’t allowed to go downstairs until our parents got up!

  411. when I was about 5 and I woke up on Christmas morning and moved my leg and heard the lovely tinkle of a toy piano being played by my foot I was soooooooooooooooooooooo excited and played it for the next hour…It was 3 o clock in the morning,

  412. Being there for the birth of my grand daughter!

  413. My father was a police officer. When he worked the night shift on Christmas eve, he would call home at our bedtime to tell us he saw Santa flying over and we’d better get to sleep fast. His shift ended at 6 am, and we had to stay in our rooms until he got home. That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

  414. I remember Christmas Eve as the evening we would decorate the tree. Mom would make a really easy and quick to clean up dinner so we could decorate the tree afterward. Then we could open one gift and go to bed. Santa would bring the rest of the gifts and stockings during the night. So different from current traditions, but a really fond family memory.

  415. My favorite Christmas memory was the year I was about 7 or 8. We had a snowstorm come in and my dad got called in to work on the snowplow trucks. My mom, brother, and I spent the day making Christmas dinner and playing board games all day. We played Sorry, Monopoly, and Clue. I think it was the best Christmas we ever had.

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  417. Even though we were Jewish my mother insisted on celebrating Christmas. The rabbi used to joke with her about it, but to her it was a precious time. The tree was always enormous and such a happy presence in our house. My bedroom was above the kitchen and I loved listening to the festivity downstairs as my parents wrapped well into the wee hours of the morning the night before the big day. And then there were always waffles for breakfast…a LOT of waffles with six kids, my parents and my grandfather coming together. For me the presents were great and exciting but coming together as a family was paramount.

  418. My dad banging on the window so we would think Santa was watching us when we were children.

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  420. My husband surprised me one year. I was missing my oldest daughter who had moved out by then. It was Christmas Eve and I was fixing a small supper when he went out to”do some last minute shopping.” Well…you can guess what he brought home from the airport! Wonderful!

  421. Favorite Christmas memory was getting a homemade Raggedy Andy doll to go with my storebought Raggedy Ann. My mom spent hours sewing him after I went to bed and I still have him.

  422. My husbands and my first Christmas together. We dragged our tree through dog poop, strapped it to the roof of his Saturn and it flew off, got it set up and it fell over (dog poop & all) on top of me. After the holidays, being eco-conscious and all, we cut the branches off, tried to burn them in a tiny fireplace in an apartment, almost started a fire, and threw the rest of the carcass 3 stories down. All in all, great memories. We have learned our lesson, and use a fake tree now. ahhahaha

  423. Posted to FB! hee haw.

  424. My favorite Christmas memory was 2008. Our second grandson was only a week old – the older was 2 years old. The entire family spent Christmas Day playing games, snuggling with the grandsons, and singing Christmas songs. As it turned out, it was my parents’ last Christmas with us, since they both passed away in 2009. I am so glad that we had the most wonderful time celebrating as a whole family.

  425. One of my favorite memories is when my sister and I got snowed in for Christmas in St. Paul MN. The only place where we could get into eat was a centuries old Hotel in downtown – The St. Paul Grille and we ate seafood!The park was dazzling with lights and newly fallen snow.

  426. Christmas Eve open house at our house was magical when we were little. All the neighbors would come by for cookies and drinks before midnight mass so we could stay up a little later.

  427. My favorite memory from the holidays is shopping with my dad on Christmas Eve for that perfect gift for mom for her to open on Christmas. We always end up going out the night before to get the gift, setting it up, wrapping the box, and calling it a day. Some holidays, we even stay up all night because really, who needs to sleep for two hours? I miss those days since we have moved away from family to chase dreams.

  428. Catherine Simmons

    November 30, 2013 at 9:17 am

    A favorite memory is the Christmas my brother, who was in the Navy, showed up at my house on Christmas day to the surprise of my parents and myself. He had previously shipped gifts to my house because he couldn’t get “leave” to be home. He showed up with even more gifts, one of which he taped closed with box sealing tape that had fibers in it so each piece had to be cut. It took me half an hour to open the box!

  429. It was Christmas of 1976 and my now husband and I were in line(at the movie theatre) to see King Kong and he asked how long it would take for us to plan our wedding. I made my dress and we were married April 23, 1977. We had to wait for Lent to be over.

  430. My favorite Christmas memory is watching A Charlie Brown Christmas with my two sisters bundled up in our flannel nightgowns with a cup of hot cocoa. It was cold in Montana! My favorite part is Linus’ reciting the Story of the birth of Jesus from the Gospel of Luke :-)

  431. Liked and shared on Facebook. It’s very heartwarming reading all the posts! Thanks!

  432. Catherine Simmons

    November 30, 2013 at 9:20 am

    Shared your amazing give-away on my Facebook page.

  433. Brandi VanSeters

    November 30, 2013 at 9:28 am

    We have a tradition that on Christmas Eve after all of the family has left we open up one gift. It is always Christmas pajamas, and I love this!

  434. Karen Lauterwasser

    November 30, 2013 at 9:28 am

    When my kids were younger I would always leave them a letter from Santa to find in the morning when they woke up. It was such a treat as each one learned to read and then could read the letter to the younger ones. Sometimes the letter would explain things about the gifts; Santa always made sure to mention that it was important to be generous, and to remember “the reason for the season”. Even though the “kids” are now 23, 20, 17 and 14 years old, I don’t think I am done leaving them messages.

    P.S. The Easter Bunny also leaves them a note every year…

  435. Karen Lauterwasser

    November 30, 2013 at 9:31 am

    Just shared your contest information on my Facebook page. Looking forward to reading more wonderful holiday memories!

  436. We don’t exhange gifts with the adults at Christmas but I still wanted to do something special. I knit 10 hats, one for each family member and held my own yankee swap. It was great to see everyone get something and to see who like which hat by the swaps. It was a fun memory and one that I hope I’ll repeat.

  437. Cheryl Rasmussen

    November 30, 2013 at 9:34 am

    We always opened gifts Christmas Eve. I remember one night my dad and grandpa took my brother and me for a ride and when we came home there were huge footprints on the front porch and when we went in the house Santa had already been there. We then all went to Midnight Mass. Miss those days when it was about Jesus being born and not commercialized and we didn’t get many presents like the children of today do.

  438. My favourite memory is going to my Grandma’ s house and having dinner with all of my Mother’ s immediate family. I can still recall the different dishes made by the family(Grandma made the turkey and dressing) as well as us at tables set up all over the house. After we had eaten, we would all gather in her living room my the tree-a cedar cut by my uncle from Grandma’s property-and Grandma would hand out the gifts she had for us. She didn’t have a lot of money, but she had a gift for everyone-all 98 of us! She was truly a remarkable woman.

  439. When I was little, my two sisters and, I would make a point of drinking extra water on Christmas eve. That way, one of us was sure to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Whoever woke up would wake the other two and we would sneak down to the bathroom, passing the living room door, so we could get a peak at all Santa had put under the tree.

  440. Shared on facebook

  441. When I was around 7 my dad asked my sister and I if we wanted to go Christmas shopping for my mom. We got her a fuzzy robe and slippers. I was told do not tell Mom what we got. When I got home I said, Mom, we got you the best present, it is warm and fuzzy and you wear it at night, but I can’t tell you what it is. I could never keep a good secret.

  442. There isn’t one that stands out, but loads of warm memories of baking cookies, decorating the house, and occasionally having a snowy Christmas (northern Virginia isn’t known for its white Christmases!). While growing up, Christmas was always a warm, family time at our house.

  443. I think my favorite holiday is probably Christmas. As a child we celebrated with presents on Christmas Eve. There would be a palatial spread in the living room on the coffee and end tables (usually there was no eating in the living room so that was a huge deal!) Then one gift at a time we would open and the family would watch to see what you got, and then on to the next person and the next gift. As an adult I realize how smart that was as we were an immigrant family with a limited income. It seemed like we got so many things, but really it was the fun of watching everyone else opening their gifts as well. Lovely, lovely memories.

  444. My favorite holiday memory just happened this Thanksgiving. I showed my daughter-n-law Tracy how to knit on a circular Loom. She immediately made a baby hat, scarf, and headband and asked me to make a knitted flower for it which I had never done. She handed me a pattern she found on her phone and I made it. We ran to the store and picked up yarn and she made my oldest daughter a scarf who kept saying that is pretty who is that for. We had Thanksgiving dinner the next day at my daughter-n-laws parents house where Tracy daughter my oldest daughter how to knit on the Lim, several of us spent hours in shifts untangling a difficult skein talking and laughing while Tracys grandma taught 2 of the girls to knit on long needles I took out my circular needle kit and showed it to them with my other tools then knitted a scarf. 6 of us were knitting that day in one shape or form chatting and laughing. That night Tracy and I ran to Michaels where she filled her cart with yarn and tools to make presents for others. We or up the Christmas tree as my youngest daughter and I were leaving Mn to come back to TX the next morning. Tracy gave Aleasha the scarf she had made her. I gave her two more scarves I made and Tracy 2 loom books and yarn. Was fantastic to share and watch the passion for something I love with Tracy, Aleasha and others. In addition to that 3 months prior my Mother asked me to teach her how to crochet and knit she had at least 2 beautiful pieces to show me every weekend before she mails it to my siblings, their spouses or grandchildren. This craft is such a wonderful thing to share and pass on to other generations along with the love we put into the gifts we give and leave behind.

  445. My apologies for the misspelled/ wrong words. I should have reviewed as I was using swipe on my phone!!

  446. I know it’s not cool to give a pet for Christmas unless the recipient is prepared , but we had that covered here- so we arranged that our neighbor would bring in our daughter’s (age 15) new puppy on Christmas Eve while we were at church. The look on her face with tree lights and crated puppy was priceless. And so was that little Abby, a priceless bundle of joy!

  447. When I was little, Christmas started on Christmas Eve with the children’s program at church, then my dad’s family would all gather and eat snacks and open gifts. Then we’d head home and wait for Santa, get up before dawn to sneak down to see if he’d come, and rouse my parents to open more presents. We’d eventually have breakfast then pile into the car for the hour long drive to my mom’s family. Sounds pretty standard, but it really was special. Now my favorite part of the holidays is spending it with my gathered chosen family.

  448. My favorite holiday memory is look on my daughter’s face the first time she saw Santa.

  449. My favorite memory happened after my parents retired to the Maine coast. Our first Christmas at their Victorian house on the ocean was magical–just as we came downstairs on Christmas morning, it began to snow a sparkly, magical snow, softly covering everything. We built a fire in the fireplace and opened our presents leisurely, anticipating a walk in the snow later that morning. Those of us lucky enough to get knitted presents from Mom looked forward to wearing them out in the weather.

  450. My favorite Chrismas memory is from a few years ago, after my big sister(Celeste) moved out. My little sister(Molly) and I were sad because every Christmas eve the three of us always watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas and had a slumber party in Celeste’s room. So on Christmas Eve Celeste surprised us by coming to stay the night and the three of us stayed up till one am laughing and braidig eachother’s hair. I know it sounds cheesy, but now that we all live apart its times like those that I miss the most

  451. My fav. Christmas memory is that Santa always left one gift unwrapped. I would wake up in the middle of the night and find something wonderful to take back to my room to tied me over until morning. It was a great thing and I now do it with my small children!

  452. Holiday Happiness… a mix of molten memories
    throw out the old WELCOME the NEW!!
    anticipation lifts us UP! drops us down…
    OPEN hearts seize the DAY as it is-
    noticing the JOY of Breathing…

  453. I have a great Christmas memory. While growing up, my brother and I would get up early to check out the presents that Santa had left under the tree. My parents had a rule that we were not allowed to wake them up until at least 8 am. One year we got up before 7, and noticed there was a package in the tree. It was wrapped, but we wanted to take it out of the tree to see who it was to and from. As we removed it from the tree, a MOTION detector started to go off, and it was LOUD! I remember telling my brother, oh no, how do we turn it off, we can’t wake up Mom and Dad! The dog had started barking outside, and we had a heck of a time getting the motion detector to turn off while we were moving it around all over the place. We finally got it turned off just before 8, and I went to wake up Mom and Dad. They came out of the room laughing very hard! We all continue to have a good laugh from this.

    Never discount the ability of your Aggie Dad to give you a hard time and play a prank on a holiday, no matter what day it may be! Can’t wait to see what Dad plans this year.

    Also now that my parents live in Denver, I love going up at Christmas and making snow angels in the yard. Remember that being child like is not a bad thing during the holidays!

  454. One of my favorite Christmas memories – we always drew names and this year I got the names of 2 of my nieces (sisters). So I decided to make each of them a sweater, in different colors. One was yellow and one was blue. I had to have their mother get me their measurements for sleeve length etc, so she knew what I was doing. The day before Christmas I made a batch of ginger bread men cookies, so I frosted them, and then drew a yellow sweater on one, and a blue sweater on the other. I put holes in them and tied them to their respective sweater package. The girls were both surprised to open their packages and discover they had matching sweaters to the gingerbread cookies tied to the top – 35 years ago and it still makes me smile today.

  455. My favorite Christmas memory is getting up early to see the tree all sparkly and quiet while everyone else is sleeping still. Then, as the oldest I would wake up my sisters and sing Christmas Carols outside my parents door until they got up and made coffee and got ready to open presents. We were not very good singers

    Merry CHristmas everyone.

  456. Jennifer Wollesen

    November 30, 2013 at 11:19 am

    I remember the year we moved our christmas tree from the hall into the living room. My younger brother got up early, saw no tree and went back to bed for 2 hours!

  457. My favorite Christmas memory was my dog with her present. Each year we would show her which one was her present and she would fetch it and walk around with it for weeks. But she would not open it until we told her to! She would not bother any of the other presents. I had no idea at the time what an amazing dog she was.

  458. The year that will always be the most memorable for me was 1976. God Blessed my family so much that year. I had moved many miles away from my family due to being in an abusive relationship that impacted all my children as well as myself. We left with the clothes on our back and were very lucky to get away. Although, I found a job ( I had more than one) right away & a place for us to live money was extremely tight and I did not have money for gifts. We waited until Christmas Eve and were able to get a free tree from a Christmas Tree lot. We strung popcorn & cranberries. Made paper chains from construction paper and a tin foil star. We hung pine cones and it was the most beautiful tree ever. My workplace had given all the employees a Turkey and we all really enjoyed it. All my children (6) made home made cards for each other and wrapped something of theirs for their siblings so there were gifts under the tree. Christmas eve we sang Christmas Carols & read the story of the birth of Jesus from the Bible. It was the Best Christmas ever.

  459. When my husband and I were just dating, I decided to make my first and complicated gingerbread house. Many boxes of gingerbread later, and 4 days of icing and candy on the floor, it was done. He cheered me on the whole way, and took professional pictures of the house before I dropped it off to be auctioned off for charity. I still love the hard work I put in, the support he gave me, and the fact it was the only house I have ever made.

  460. Beginning when my daughter was very small, we read the advent calendar book “The Christmas Mystery” by Jostein Gaarder each and every year.
    https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58301.The_Christmas_Mystery

    The first Christmas Eve night I closed the final chapter reading with a voice thick with tears. For 20 years my daughter and I have read that book, each Christmas Eve ending with those same tears. the Christmas Mystery is without my favorite holiday memory.

  461. Throughout the years I have gratefully had many beautiful holiday memories. Two traditions that stand out were baking and decorating homemade Christmas cookies with my mom (which always involved having my fingers turn purple from the sprinkles) and my dad creating his own seasonal cards which usually involved a picture of the family members he either staged or by using candid shots . Baking cookies is one of the traditions I have kept with my own family and it is pleasuring to see my children honoring that tradition now.

  462. When I was three, my grandfather dressed up as his version of Santa Claus. He actually looked like a deranged person in red long johns with Grandma’s fur collar tied around his face as a beard. Hilarity ensued. I still have nightmares.

  463. I fondly remember my mother’s pink 60′s living room decor at night, with lights out, and her hand made pink ceramic christmas tree on the table. It’s green and red lights reflecting off the wall to wall mirrors created a stuporous display. I’d sit there mesmerized by the twinkling lights reflections and the soft snowfall just beyond the window.

  464. My stepfather would put buckets of water and “reindeer food” on the roof for Santa’s reindeer!

  465. Tweeted! Awesome giveaway – thanks!

  466. I’m excited about making new memories at holidays with my one-year-old! He really enjoyed our traditional day after Thanksgiving bonfire this year. (He was a little concerned about the fire trucks that showed up after someone driving by reported a huge fire, but then the nice firemen came to see the fire and had some of Grandmother’s yummy cider.)

  467. My favourite memory was the year my grandma came back from a long visit to Canada.
    She had brought a doll for me that could walk, I was completely entranced as no one I knew had a doll like that. My mother had knitted a dress and jacket for it too !

  468. My favorite memory of christmas was the year that my dad’s car didn’t start. It was christmas eve, it was snowing and blowing something fierce. My dad was a volunteer fireman in our rural setting, and the fire siren went off just as we were to open our presents. Off my dad ran, with all seven kids with the noses to the window to see dad drive off with the siren and lights. But no car, then we see dad running to the highway and stick out his thumb. Yup, my dad was hitchhiking to a fire…an elderly man actually stopped took him to the fire station, and then off to the fire. It was several hours before he came home. But the elderly man, actually brought him home too. What a christmas!

  469. As a child we would travel to my mom’s old family home for Christmas. We and our cousins would be so excited we couldn’t get to sleep. From the upstairs bedrooms we would move an old trunk off the large cast iron floor register above the Christmas tree. I am sure the dust would fall on the adults preparing for Christmas Day but all we would hear was “What are you kids doing?” and we replied “Nothing!” as we scrambled back into our beds and tried to get to sleep. 8D

  470. My favorite Christmas memory is going Christmas caroling and leaving a plate of cookies with people who didn’t have much. We went with another family and it was such a joyous thing to make elders light up.

  471. The second Christmas memory happened over 30 years ago. After the Christmas Eve Service the entire extended families were invited to our home for the first of many gatherings. As we walked in the door to do the final touches for the evening, the lights went out. Yes the power was off. Not be be deterred out came the camp lanterns the living room was rearranged to accommodate the altered lighting. We gathered around the piano sang Christmas carols. Santa Claus came to visit the children. We ate, drank and were merry creating another Christmas to remember.

  472. Many years ago shortly after my husband and I married, we were a thousand miles from family; however, we were to spend Christmas with his sister who only lived about 200 miles away from us. Every day when I went to work, I caught the bus home in front of a small jewelry store about a block from where I worked. There was a jade ring in the store window that I drooled over every day. I really don’t remember mentioning it to my husband but he knew about it. Just a few days before Christmas the ring disappeared. On Christmas morning we were all opening our presents. He hands me my gift from him. I open big box and inside was a pretty blue robe. As I picked up the robe, a very small box fell out. Inside was my jade ring. Today 46 years after that Christmas, I still tear up when I think about it. I cried for hours.

  473. How happy my gran was (the one who taught me knitting herself!) when I knitted her a tiny Xmas tree instead of a card, when she got blind.

  474. Linda Scarborough

    November 30, 2013 at 12:59 pm

    I have many fond memories of Christmas as my parents loved the Holiday and even though times were frequently hard,they made sure we had a good one. But as one of 32 grandchildren,most of whom lived nearby,my fondest memory is of putting on a play for the congregation of my Grandma’s Primitive Baptist Church. Most of the congregants were elderly with no grand children nearby. No matter how badly we sang,how many times we flubbed our lines, or how many costume malfunctions there were, we always put smiles on their faces and were highly praised. And there was always a brown bag of hard candies, nuts and an orange as we left the church.

  475. A favorite Christmas memory – 3 or 4 years ago, we had heavy wet snow on Christmas Day. It was wonderful to look out the window and see big, beautiful white flakes falling to the ground. I know this isn’t a big deal for those in northern locations. For us in Atlanta , GA, though, it was a special holiday treat !

  476. angelfirealpacas

    November 30, 2013 at 1:45 pm

    The year I was hugely pregnant with my daughter was an amazing Christmas. My husband was over-the-top thrilled to be having a daughter. He bought everything under the sun for her, including a six-foot stuffed dog and the most beautiful gown I have ever seen for pregnant women from a small boutique shop. Although he died during Viet Nam when my daughter was three, I will never forget his joy of being her father. She is now in her 40s and every bit of the amazing woman he dreamed of.

  477. On New Years Eve 1993, my high school sweetheart proposed to me in the middle of a game of charades at his parents New Years Eve party. He acted it out… technically his Aunt proposed to me. 10 years later our daughter was born on Dec. 22, 2 weeks early. All prenatal screening had indicated she would be born with a chromosomal disorder, but because we refused amnio we didn’t know what or how severe. We found a lady bug (good luck!) in the labor room, in December, in Colorado. She was born 100% perfect and healthy. It’s been 10 years again. I expect big things, but I’ll be happy with a nice day with my guy and our now 4 kids. ;)

  478. My favorite memory will now and forever be of last Christmas as it was the last one I spent with my beloved mother who passed away this past May. She was so engaged with all of her great grandchildren who just happened to be wearing the hats and scarves I had knitted them for Christmas. All 17 grandchildren!This year will be kinda sad as she is no longer with us but the memory and the pictures I have will fill our hearts with the love she brought to us all. <3

  479. I remember the Christmas I received my first bicycle. I was six, and I heard noises in the hall and living room and decided to investigate. Imagine my surprise when I saw my dad in his boxer’s and T-shirt working intently on putting that bike together while my mom stood by trying to tell him what to do (her best talent!). I was even more surprised when they realized I was watching. Dad, the patient one, reminded me I should be in bed and Mom screamed (another of her talents) to go back to bed. I giggled and ran down the hall, crawled in bed and then realized I’d just figured out who Santa Claus really was. I fell asleep wondering if I should be happy or sad.

    I’ve shared on Facebook and Twitter.

  480. My favorite holiday memory is my iguana zeus climbing to the top of the christmas tree. We didn’t need to put an angel at the top; he took care of that job. A close runner up is finding the pickle ornament in the tree. My mom hides it each year whoever finds it first gets a prize.

  481. My favorite childhood Christmas memories are going to my grandparents’ house in Maine and spending the holidays with the whole family (grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and us!).

  482. Shared on FB!

  483. I always put lights around the outer edges of the picture window of the living room at Christmas time. When my 2nd son was 23 months old he saw me putting the lights up, He was standing in front of the window as I tuned on the lights, My son tried to blow them out as he thought they were birthday candles!!! (And in a way, they are.)

  484. Just shared on Facebook : )

    Another favorite memory is christmas goose. It’s a special meal the family always shares together.

  485. My favorite holiday memory is preparing Hanukkah dinner. Nothing beats the smell of latkas cooking!

  486. Every year we get together as a family and decorate our Christmas tree. My daughter brings her girls over and we get all the Christmas stuff out. Nearly every thing we put on the tree has a story– the ornaments the kids made, the paper chains each of my children made in kindergarten, the special ornaments the kids got from coaches, teachers, friends, the Tigger with the broken feet that we got for my son-in-law the first year he was in our family which he immediately broke, the last of the “plastic” ornaments my daughter “proved” were really glass by dropping them on the floor to show me they wouldn’t break, the Wizard of Oz string of lights, the 3 Plastic santas left from the sting of lights on our first Christmas tree… We play christmas music (on Pandora now :) and when the tree is done and everything is cleaned up, we turn off the lights and admire the beautiful tree.

  487. One of my fondest memories is of my daughter who was 18 months at the time leaning on the arm of the sofa trying to blow out the lights on the Christmas tree as if they were candles on a birthday cake.

  488. my favorite Christmas(es) were always when we went to my grandparents for a large family dinner. Loved seeing all my great aunts and uncles. Miss them all.
    sue

  489. Shared on Facebook.

  490. I grew up in South Florida as a kid. When I was in 8th grade, we had a Cuban family move in next door. A few days before Christmas, they brought in a huge pig, dug a pit in the backyard and roasted the pig over a spit. There were three men sitting out at night, smoking cigars and chatting quietly. They were keeping the fire and turning the spit. I had no idea what they were saying but I watched them for a few minutes in the dark. The next day, we were invited over for dinner (Christmas Eve) and those same men carried in a huge platter of strips of luscious roasted pig and the pig’s head with an apple in it. I can’t think of Christmas without remembering that pig being roasted!

  491. My happiest Christmas memories are of the Christmas’ that my Dad was home (he was a Merchant Marine and was away most of the time) It was a lot of fun to have him there, goofing around and being “Dad”.

  492. When I was 5, Santa Claus came to visit me in my bedroom. Not bad for a Jewish kid. This guy was such a good Santa that when another Santa came to visit my kindergarten class, I knew it was a fake. It broke my heart to find out that there really was no such thing as Santa Claus, but for some reason, I still believed the Tooth Fairy was real.

  493. I remember making dozens and dozens of homemade cookies with my mom to put into tins and deliver to family and friends. We’d bake for an entire weekend straight and spend hours putting together tins and plates to distribute on Monday for everyone from the mailman to the grandparents.

  494. KittenWithAWhiplash

    November 30, 2013 at 3:51 pm

    Wow, what an astounding collection of goodies, I can’t wait to see the daily prizes! Thanks for the giveaways.
    In 1963 I turned 7 and my mother remarried. She is Christian, he was Jewish, and that year Christmas fell on the 4th day of Hanukkah. I was at the perfect age to learn to look past all the presents, and gain a deeper understanding of the religious aspects of both holidays from a blended celebration. To top it off, one of my favorite gifts that year was a Time/Life set of books on the religions of the world, which we enjoyed and studied together. I think that one holiday season created in me a sense of how important it is to not just “tolerate”, but to accept and respect the differences in people, cultures and religions, and that by exploring and adopting some of those differences, we grow closer together.

  495. My best memory is making homemade tortellinis for Xmas eve. We have done it the weekend after thanksgiving for years and we have them Xmas eve with French meat pies..

  496. My favourite Christmas memory is finally having my first Christmas with my husband after being married for three years and seven months. The wait was due to green card issues but we kept our tree up until May – our anniversary.

  497. When younger I lived in Southern Maine, but we always tried to spend Christmas with my grandparents who lived up north in the county. (Aroostook County).
    Often we would take a train and had to change trains one time. Changing trains entailed running across several tracks full of huffing and puffing engines that I was sure were going to run me down-even if they weren’t moving . My Grandmother’s tree had real candles and they would be lit for a short time each day. They were never left burning if no one was in the room. So many memories.

  498. My favorite memories are many but one of my funny ones from when I still believed in Santa Claus was the Christmas evening that my older brother sneaked past my parent’s bedroom to come to my bedroom to wake me up so we could go to the living room where the tree was surrounded by gifts and stockings filled with healthy treats. My Mom shouted at us to get back to bed or Santa would come and take everything back. I grabbed one of my stockings and ran back to my room but on the way there, the orange fell out of my stocking and I squished it all over the dining room floor and cried my way back to my room as my Mother again warned of Santa’s return to collect naughty girls’ and boys’ toys. I slept through the night!

  499. My favorite Christmas memory is opening presents at my parents house and mine was a small box with a car key in it! It was a used car from my Dad’s car lot. I was so surprised!!

  500. One year for Christmas, we had an all-family talent show. I forget who won, but I remember my grandparents singing and dancing. Everything was glowing with Christmas lights. It was so beautiful.

  501. When I was little, on every 24th of december, we were having dinner with my family, and just before dessert, my father would take my sister and me outside to look for Santa’s sleigh in the sky. During the few minutes we spent outside, we would find a hundred shining stars that could be it ! And then, my mother would come running saying “he’s here ! he’s here !”, so we runned inside to find that Santa was gone already, but had left a huge pile of presents for us under the tree.
    That moment was the thing I regretted the most when I stopped believing in Santa, and even though I hatted my parents for lying to us like that, I kept the tradition alive with my little sister for as long as she kept believing.

  502. Cookie Decorating – 75 Year Peterson Family Tradition

    My husband’s grandmother still holds the annual Cookie Decorating Party just like she has for the last 75 years, still in the same house and uses some of the same handmade cookie cutters from Denmark! Yes, this 97 year old woman amazes me with her wisdom and spunk! Every child, grandchild and great grandchild in our family has a hand knit sweater from “Memamma” which is also a cherished craft that she still does today. I so much enjoy our conversations around, “so, what are you working on (knitting)”? She is my inspiration!

  503. Mom made our clothes, and liked to keep our special Christmas dress a surprise. As a child, my sisters and I would be lined up in our slips waiting to see what our new Christmas dress would be.
    As an adult, the year that each of our 6 kids had brought at least one person who had no other place to be for Christmas. Best holiday party ever.

  504. I only had the one child (not my decision, but now it turned out), so each year when she was little SHE was the one who put the Angel (not a star in our case) on top of the Christmas tree. She would sit on her dad’s shoulders and I’d be holding the camera and she’d lean forward to place the angel up there ….. precious memories. The first year my husband said I could decorate the tree, not his thing, but I insisted it was to be a family activity and it was so special that’s what we did every year after that.

    If I were to win, could you please pick a second winner to have any prizes that wouldn’t be sent to me in Australia?

  505. My favorite memory of Christmas is our tradition of going out as a family to choose the perfect tree! After being outside in the cold our cheeks and noses would be pink and we would warm up with hot chocolate. Great times with the kids!

  506. Since moving in June, giving up 20 yrs of whatever my existence was, has left me with much less computer time to check the blog here. It was a daily meditation in fiber love that I miss a lot. Thank you for posting this on Facebook which prompted me to take the time to come back to JMF. Your blog brings me much joy.

  507. Helen Cosgrove-Davies

    November 30, 2013 at 5:44 pm

    Now that we are adults, my parents get up on Christmas morning before we do… but at a pre-specified time, they get back in bed and pretend to sleep so that we can “wake them up” and open our stockings on their bed. I think this is my favorite Christmas tradition!!

  508. Lorna Jean Fosgate

    November 30, 2013 at 6:14 pm

    one of my most favorite memories of Christmas was about 30 yrs ago, when my whole family was seated at my folk’s livingroom with a family friend. We had finished opening gifts, all of which had been handmade toys, clothing, etc. The family friend looked at us all, and said, ” if something can be made, someone in this family can make it, and make it well!” She was right, and I’m proud of my creative family! (I’ve been a handspinner, knitter, crocheter, embroiderer, etc for the last 55 yrs!)

  509. We have a tradition of opening up one present from each other on Christmas Eve. 20 years ago it was my engagement ring.

  510. Coming out of midnight mass and seeing the snow fall in the moonlight… absolutely beautiful…

  511. My Dad LOVED Christmas. You could fail to show for any other holiday, but not Christmas. We were a boisterous and talkative bunch, into playing games, so it was never dull. Mom would stand us on fireplace bricks and have us sing or dance or something, then we would open gifts. Dad would just let his pile up in front of him, because he had to see what everyone got, and the look on their faces when they opened the gift. He died a month before Christmas, and we thought about not having it at all that year, but I objected, because I just knew that he would feel really bad about causing Christmas to be cancelled. Our kids were all little, and had the usual exciting day. I think it helped us get a little more used to the idea that Dad gone. So I guess my favorite thing about Christmas is being together with my family.

  512. Growing up me and my brothers had a blast around christmas time at finding out here my mom had hidden the presents and peeking into them. One year, my mother came back and my brother had unpacked his videogame and was playing on it, with us watching, and my mom didn’t suspect a thing.

  513. Driving up from the cape to Edaville Railroad. From eating roasted nuts and listening to the carolers, to watching snow falling on twinkling lights while waiting for the train, to then picking out the perfect tree and driving home with tied to the roof of the car, all of it blended together to become Christmas magic.

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  515. I think the holiday memory that makes me the happiest is the first year I was married. We had moved to the other side of the country, and although we spent some time with our families in December, on the actual 24th, 25th, etc we were at our own place, flying solo and figuring out our own holiday traditions for the first time. I just remember that it was SO much fun to realize we could start creating our own special activities – from a special meal on the 24th (fancy macaroni) to which movies we watch (Home Alone and the Muppet Christmas Carol) to which local activities we make sure not to miss (Christmas lights contest!). For me, it was a totally wonderful “We’re a family!” moment between the two of us.

  516. I love staying up late Christmas eve finishing all the gifts I made, it’s usually a mad scramble to finish them all!

  517. My favorite holiday memory was about 18 yrs ago and our 7 member family was at that time just a 4 member family… we were only 5 yrs married with two toddler boys and very low ranking military. We were stationed at the furthest point west of the US possible while all of our family lived on the east coast. Very tight on money and far from family we didnt think there would be much of a Christmas for our 3 & 4 yr old who were recognizing that Christmas was a time for Santa and gifts. We took them to see Santa, we took them to see decorated houses every night and then did some modest decorations ourself. A lot of handmade items… and baked lots of cookies. To this day i have those decorations we made together and every year my oldest boys still want to bake cookies and Christmas dinner together. Best memories that turned into tradition and our boys remembering that as a great Christmas!

  518. My favorite memory is spending Christmas Eve with my dad’s family and then driving that night to my maternal grandparents and listening to the Santa report on the radio the whole way. I would always ask my dad to hurry up so we would make it before Santa got there. :-)
    blessings
    ~*~

  519. Rosemary Alvarez

    November 30, 2013 at 7:39 pm

    When we were little my Dad would always let us ‘cheat’ and opened one present and then he’ll help us wrap it up again so Mom wouldn’t know…(personally I think she knew anyway) <3

  520. One of my favorite memories is going to church on Christmas Eve night then my parents would have a little party at their house after church was over for friends and family. It was so nice having friends and family mingle together for such a special reason!

  521. My favorite part of Christmas is sitting around with family and friends and watching the joy as they open gifts specially chosen for them. The giving is always better than the getting.

  522. i remember when christmas was approching because my mother was always making new sweaters gloves and hats for her 5 kids and her husband. It was great to get those every year. i try to do the same. making my kids and grandkids something for christmas every year

  523. My favorite holiday memory is the birth of my godchild on Thanksgiving Day, twenty-five years ago. We gave thanks on Thanksgiving and ate Thanksgiving dinner on the day that my sister and Eamon came home from the hospital. My memories of that day make every Thanksgiving special!

  524. When I was twelve my Mom and I walked through knee deep snow in the middle of the streets to get to 6AM mass. It was so cold! My boot were taller than my Mom’s, so I walked first and she followed in my footsteps. What a shock as snow bunched at the top of my boots and run down my leg. Incense, candles, and pine dominated the church, which only had about 12 twelve people that early in the morning. It was quicker work to get back home, warm up by the oven and get all the dinner prepped and cooked. I will never forget that Christmas!

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  526. Catherine Schatz

    November 30, 2013 at 9:08 pm

    My very favorite childhood memory was holding my frightened little brothers close in bed one Christmas Eve, while my father made Santa noises, hohohoing, talking to his reindeer, placing packages around the tree, etc. I said don’t be scared it’s just Santa, and they said, but all the kids said there is no such thing is Santa, so who’s in the living room?

  527. Andrea in Vermont

    November 30, 2013 at 9:16 pm

    My favorite childhood memories of holidays include wonderful cooking marathons at the elbows of my mother and grandmothers; the years spent giggling at the children’s table and the delight felt when I graduated to the adult table; and the epic battle one year between my mother and her adult brother over whether the television would be tuned to Minnesota Vikings football or Mikhail Barishnykov dancing in The Nutcracker. Yes, the ballet watchers ended up on the old black & white in the third floor bedroom…

  528. Andrea in Vermont

    November 30, 2013 at 9:22 pm

    Delighted to have shared on Facebook. What a wonderful giveaway!!

  529. My favorite holiday memory is of my grandmother knitting mittens. she began on Christmas eve and would stay up all night knitting mittens, when we got up on christmas morning, grandma would be asleep sitting up on the sofa, and our tree would be covered with pairs of mittens she had knit during the night and hung on the tree.

  530. When I was in elementary school we (Mom, Dad, and my two brothers) were on our way to our Grandma’s house. We were riding in a old convertible and it was Christmas Eve. My Dad had us children looking for Santa as we drove along, keeping three tired, probably cranky, looking forward to Grandma’s house, children entertained. It was a great ride that night – and it was about 6 hours from our house to Grandma’s.

  531. When I was 19, my parents adopted two more children, ages 8 and 10. They were biological siblings who had already been adopted once and abused horribly by that family as well as their birth family. They had lived through nightmare after nightmare, including having birthday parties cancelled and christmas taken away. Their first christmas with our family was 6 months after being placed with us. I was off to college and my parents were experiencing a lot of difficulties that are typical with children who have been so abused, and there was little help for them at that time. Given their history and their recent difficult behaviors, I am sure my sisters weren’t expecting much at christmas. Little did they know it’s our parents favorite holiday… there were brand new bicycles under the tree and the piles of presents for each of us. They were both so surprised and happy that morning – and we all were – for them to finally to have a family they were safe with and that would shower them with the love they deserved and provide them the help they so very much needed. There is no happily ever after – because this is a real story about real people – but this is my favorite christmas memory for sure.

  532. When I was 8, my brother told me he had found my Christmas gifts from Santa. I still wanted to believe there was a Santa, so I didn’t want to believe him. However, he showed me where they were. It was the year I got the Mary Poppins doll that I loved and after that I no longer believed.

  533. We do have lots of memories.

  534. One year after I had lost my job, I had went to my church for some sort of meeting, when the church secretary called me into her office. She asked me if I would deliver a package to an address in my neighborhood. Well to make a long story very short. It was my address, and included a full turkey dinner with all of the trimmings along with a gift certificate in which I was able to make Christmas happen for my family that year.

  535. One favorite holiday memory is when I was little, my mom, my sister, and I looking at the Christmas tree at night with our glasses off. All the colored lights would blur together so prettily. My brother and dad didn’t need glasses, so it was the one time of the year when we could honestly tell them it was better to have bad vision.

  536. I loved the feeling of the day after Christmas at my grandparents’ house in New Jersey…

  537. My best Christmas memories are of my son second Christmas after writing a letter to Santa and waiting till the day… my sister did get a Santa costume and arrived home with a huge red bag asking for a chair and some cookies and a glass of milk * with a Santa voice… my son was so surprised, huge eyes smiling… priceless.

  538. my favorite Christmas was the year we decided to be “frugal”. we drew a tree on a scrap of paper, roasted a Cornish hen and a few peas, dressed in torn clothing, and wrapped a few lumpy packages in newspaper. then we took pictures! it was so much fun!
    thanks for the giveaway!

  539. My favorite Christmas memories was of my Grandmother’s wrapping on all the presents it didn’t matter how big or small or what the cost of the gift her wrapping was artwork. As a kid I remember stareing at the gifts wishing Iccould see through the wrap, now I wish I had taken a little longer to destroy all that loving work she had put into those packages. At least my mother had taken time to snap a few photos before the paper stated flying! I find it sad that my children never got to see her fancy wrapped packages.

  540. Julie in Tucson Arizona

    December 1, 2013 at 12:09 am

    My favorite Christmas memory is when my son was very small. I had him just out of the bath tub when he heard a pounding on the front door. I had slipped out the carport door and put his packages on the front porch in a large burlap sack. He was totally thrilled and it provided a memory for today – at age 34. He still doesn’t know that his mother was the one that put those gifts on the porch!!! It made for a wonderful Christmas Eve for us!!!!

  541. My favorite Christmas memory was in December 1973, when…as a newlywed, my husband and I were living in Neuweiler, West Germany, where he was stationed in the Army. It was the very first Christmas when I was not with my family. My mother sent us gifts, and included the abundant Christmas stocking she filled for me every year. Only this year…she wrote a poem for each and every item in the stocking, and taped the poem she had typed on paper and cut to fit the front of the wrapped item! For instance, on a small petit point pendant, she wrote, “stitches so tiny, so lovely to see, a tiny treasure for my Valerie”. I saved all of the poems from each gift, and treasure that she took such time and care in her thoughtful messages signifying how much she missed me.

  542. My favorite holiday was Thanksgiving in Thailand. Since it is not a holiday there preparations had to be done days prior because we could not get the day off. The turkey was special ordered and I got someone with a car to bring it home. To my surprise it could of fit in my motor bikes basket. The #50 of potatoes went fast because they are hard to find but there were lots of other exotic vegetables. The evening ended with hundreds of paper lanterns lit and launched into the sky!

  543. One of my happiest memories of any holiday is one of the times we had our whole family together for Christmas. My Grandmother, Aunt and Uncle came to our house in Wisconsin from Illinois. It was the first time my Aunt Elenora and Uncle Louis and ever been out of the state of Illinois! They had not left their farm (except to go into town) ever before. It was so fun. I was 11 years old.

  544. My favorite memory as a kid was watching Santa come out of a helicopter.

  545. I’d have to say the first year I decided to celebrate Winter Solstice. Hot apple cider, mulled wine, cranberry bread…..it was a great night, and I’ve celebrated Solstice every year since then.

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  547. Probably one of my fondest Christmas memories is of mine and my husband’s second Christmas together (the first he was with his folks out of town). He shook me awake at like 5:30 a.m. hollering “Honey, Honey…wake up! It’s CHRISTMAS!” It was like we were 5 years old and had just discovered Santa had left us gifts under the tree!! He still does it to this day…10 years running :)

  548. Sleepless Christmas eves. That’s what I remember fondly.

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  550. My fondest Christmas memory is that of when, about 20 years ago, my dad, who’s no longer with us, was in charge of getting my grandparents Christmas tree. They’re ceilings were 16 ft tall and usually cut a tree that was close to 10 ft. Not to ever be out done, my dad cut down an 18 ft tree, trimmed enough off the top to wedge in the star, and had to be secured by twine to the pillars and mantle of the “non working” fire place to keep from toppling over. Although it definitely was lots of laughs to decorate (needing an extension ladder to string lights and place ornaments), it turned out to be the most beautiful tree ever. Having been only 10 at the time, I’m sure it was the beat I’d ever seen. All these years later, nothing’s topped it. What I wouldn’t give to relive that day again…

  551. my fondest holiday memories all revolve around my mom being silly and reminding us not to take ourselves too seriously whether it was showing up to Christmas in a horrid wig or dancing in the living room tracy Ullman style.

  552. Judy aka lamazeteacher

    December 1, 2013 at 4:45 am

    My favorite memory is from a Chanukah of 3 or 4 years ago. My grandson, Jacob, then about 3 years old, was introduced to lighting the Menorah candles for the first time. Understanding little about the holiday at his age, he immediately blew all the candles out because he thought it was for his birthday! (Blowing out the flame after a prayer has been said over them isn’t what is supposed to happen ever!)

  553. When I was a kid we had very little and I learned early that santa only went to rich kids houses. Didn’t matter if we kids were good or bad. After my parents divorced we had even less and my mom worked 3 jobs. One day I came home and found our dogs had been taken to the pound because we had no food and we were having to move into my mom’s friend apt and they did not allow pets.
    Now I am a grandmother and I still have a hard time getting into the “Christmas” spirit. I had my daughter when I was 16 and life gas never been easy. I learned to crochet and knit and sew in order to give my daughter pretty clothes. today I make things and sell them for a bit of extra cash on top of working 2 jobs.
    But I am truly blessed because my daughter graduated from a prestigious university with a double major in math and economics and her lovely daughter is a fine artist dispute her being born with mosaic down syndrome and being in the autism spectrums.

  554. Getting up before everyone else to see what Santa had left us. The tree lights were always on and the things Santa had brought took on a magical twinkle.

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  557. I remember one night before christmas. I was in bed, supposed to sleep- but was so excited I kept reading my tiny book with christmas-songs over and over again for at least an hour. I can still “see” me lying in bed in a dark room, reading, using a beam of light coming through the window.

  558. Sitting in the barn waiting for the strike of midnight Christmas Eve to see if the animals would all kneel [as my mother told the story]… I always fell asleep!

  559. Most years, we went to my grandparents’ farm in Missouri. It was a long road trip by car from our home in SC. My dad liked to get on the road before daylight. The trip took 18 hours. Sometimes we stopped at a motel. Other times, we’d nap in the car a few hours, then roll on. I loved the road trip, bickering with my sisters in the back seat, watching the landscape flow past, playing games in the car, looking at the map, the names of the highways, watching the road signs and billboards, and looking at Christmas decorations.

  560. I loved trimming the tree with my family as a little girl. I grew up when the tinsil was still metal and would put it on the tree one stringy piece at a time. Lots of work but so beautiful when done. We would sing carols as we worked and my mother had a beautiful voice. I really miss that special time.

  561. I remember one Christmas when I was a little girl – I wanted a particular doll, and I have a photo of myself standing next to the Christmas tree and holding the doll. I’m giving her a concerned look – I hadn’t realized the doll was just about as big as I was, and I could barely hold her with both arms!

  562. My Dad was the Christmas man loving everything about the holiday. When I married he and my husband made quite a pair – Dad in his red Santa hat and Bill in his black Santa hat labeled Scrooge. Their friendly and affectionate bantering made the season. Bill was trying to be old and mean like Scrooge but he was a teddy bear who would cry at the coffee Christmas commercials. Sadly both are gone now so when I set up my tree and turn on the lights I open a bottle of champagne and toast the two most wonderful men I was blessed to have in my life.

  563. My favorite memory is lighting my grandmother’s Christmas Pyramid (Weihnachtspyramide) and watching it spin around. I still have that same one from when I was little… a little burnt but I still love pulling out that thing and bringing back childhood memories.

  564. My favorite Christmas memories are setting up the tree. We would have eggnog and put on Frank Sinatra holiday music. My favorite time of year! Thanks for the giveaways!

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  565. Christmas cookies are my favorite memory. My mom made dozens and my grandmother did also.

  566. Each year my family reads A Mole Family Christmas before we open packages. It started when my nephews were little to hold of the hysteria while waiting for the appointed time. It is now what I look forward to most each year. Both my nephews are in high school now. Last year one of them asked my brother how old you have to be before you get to read the story on Christmas eve.

  567. I grew up in Central NY, the youngest in a family of nine children. Every year my parents would take us all out to cut down a Christmas tree. We would go through the woods and find the perfect tree, and my Dad would plant a kid near each prospect until we found the perfect one. Then we had to make sure all the kids were gathered again before we left, lol. Then we’d go home and have hot chocolate and homemade soup. This tradition lasted well into my older siblings’ adult years, even when they started having kids of their own. I still think of this every year when we go get our tree.

  568. When I had just moved to this state, a man I had been dating across the country and I decided we missed each other too much, and he came to visit for Thanksgiving. I had to work till late the night before and assumed we could go out and eat a restaurant Thanksgiving meal, and had not cooked. But I lived in a small town after the move, and it turned out nothing was open here or in nearby towns. We ended up in a Seven-Eleven, selecting prepared food from the cold case.
    Nothing says Thanksgiving like splitting a large Red Hot Sausage sandwich.
    By the way, we have been married some years now, despite my domestic display then.

  569. Spending time with my growing family at all holidays and every day of the year! Thanks for your great giveaways! Have a blessed holiday season everyone!

  570. Waking up Christmas morning in our brand new pajamas and sneaking downstairs to see what was under the tree.

  571. Christmas Midnight Mass with all of the family. We then all gathered back at my uncles house for the traditional Christmas Eve dinner and celebrated until the wee hours of Christmas morning.

  572. My husband and I met at a mutual friend’s carolling party. We both LOVE to sing and know all the verses to the carols. We found ourselves walking together between the houses on the route, continuing to sing the rest of whatever song the group had done 1 verse of at the previous house.

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  574. My sister and I always looked forward to our dad reading “Twas the night before Christmas” to us every Christmas Eve after we’d set out Santa’s cookies and milk. As adults, we’d call and have him read it to us over the phone. It just wasn’t Christmas without this!

  575. One of my favorite memories was my sister and I knelt at our bedroom window watching our neighbors roof so we could see Santa and his sleigh land. We fell asleep there where my dad found us when he came to wake us up to tell us Santa had come!

  576. When I was about 3 yrs old my sister and I knelt at our bedroom window so we could see Santa land on the roof of house across the street. That’s where my dad found us sleeping when he came to wake us up to tell us Santa had come!

  577. Having a baby on Christmas Day! What better Christmas memory could there be?!

  578. After having our meal – either Thanksgiving or Christmas, we’d all gather around the piano in the living room, and Gramps would play ‘Ragtime’ music. In the 60s it was hilarious! Then my Aunt Effie would do the Jitterbug. Good times. (Sigh…..)

  579. My favorite memory of Christmas is the year my husband was diagnosed with cancer. His daughter had just come home from Afghanistan, we had the family gathering at our house, and we all were able to have dinner together. My dad passed away about 3 weeks later, so it was an extra special time for me.

  580. I remember the first year we lived somewhere where it snowed, my cousins came to visit us for the holidays. We had no idea how to go about it, but we went outside to make a snowman. Someone had really fuzzy gloves, and our snowman ended up kind of hairy!

  581. Although it sounds strange, my favorite holiday memory was the Christmas that my dad was in the hospital, recovering from back surgery. I was in junior high and my brother was home from college, and we all had a case of the holiday blahs. But we loaded up all the presents and carted them to my dad’s hospital room on Christmas Eve. The nurses bent the rules that night to allow us to stay past normal visiting hours and after we opened the presents, we told funny family stories. My dad had a wicked sense of humor and had us all laughing. When we went back the next day, Christmas, we ate our holiday meal with dad.

    My dad has been gone for almost eight years now, so I treasure those memories of him. It wasn’t a conventional holiday, but still one of the best I remember.

  582. Jessica from Asheville

    December 1, 2013 at 10:06 am

    There is a lot if traveling in my holiday memories. Bridges for me were always a happy site. When i was young my grandparents (on both sides) lived in Portsmouth OH and to get there we crossed a big bridge over the Ohio River. The bridge meant we were almost there and not only was my car sickness ending soon, but grandparents were just over that bridge.

    With a (almost) 9 month old, thus year is sure to bring new happiest memories.

  583. I love spending New Years with my Sweetie and our special friends dancing, chatting, and playing games til well past midnight. Then waking up together in the late morning and making cinnamon rolls for everyone.

  584. Jessica from Asheville

    December 1, 2013 at 10:11 am

    Facebooked!

  585. One of my favorite childhood memories is of Christmas when I was 8 years old or so. I came out to the living room to find a pretend cardboard grocery store set up with groceries for me to play with. My dad had a general store when I was growing up so this was for me to be just like him with my own store. We still have photos of that Christmas and it always makes me smile to see how happy I was with that special gift.

  586. The Christmas I was 5 we had finished opening all the gifts under the tree. It was super magical and I was thrilled. My mama asked me if I had gotten everything I wanted and I replied, “Yes, I got everything but one thing. I am so happy.” (Truly I was, I didn’t expect to get every item.) My mama asked, “What didn’t you get that you asked for?” and I said “legwarmers” she said, “But I bought legwarmers!” and ran upstairs. Not long after she reappeared with the most perfect pair of rainbow striped legwarmers. I wore the heck out of those things and wish I still had them.

  587. My favorite memory of Christmas is my older sister and I hiding on Christmas night so we could see Santa. We wanted to see if he really did eat the cookies & drink the milk we left for him every year.

  588. My favorite holiday memory would be when my husband and I got married in November then spent our thanksgiving in Paris.

  589. My daughter always cut up the bread for our stuffing, she would even get out of bed early just to help. I have this memorie eveytime I prepare stuffing for the holidays now. She is no longer with us and I can feel her hands helping me with each family dinner.

  590. It’s hard for me to pick just one memory. The holidays have always been special for us. When I grew up in Missouri all my family lived in Ohio so we’d always drive out to spend some time with them. It’d be the time I’d get to see all my cousins, my grandparents and all my aunts and uncles. Though the one that comes to mind first would have to be when my Uncle Robbie was still alive and he took my brothers and I out to see the lights. On the way home we were convinced we had seen Santa in the sky and when we got home there were presents under the tree. So we woke up my parents and told them Santa had come already and we got to open our presents.

  591. Oooh, it would have to be Christmas – when I was little, every year I would try to come up with an ingenious (ha) way to witness Santa’s arrival…..one year I tied a string around my waist to a stack of books on a table so that when I rolled over, the books would crash to the floor and wake me up ~ sad to say, it didn’t work.

  592. knittingfool aka lori

    December 1, 2013 at 11:03 am

    That moment when the day is over, the house is quiet, and the living room is illuminated by Christmas tree lights and the fire in the fireplace.

  593. I’ll never forget the year my sister and I went to see Santa Claus in the big department store. All the other little girls were describing the special dolls they wanted. I was so embarrassed to ask Santa for what I wanted so I whispered it, sure he didn’t hear me. Magically it appeared under the tree Christmas morning! A parking garage for all my toy cars. I was a believer in Santa for sure.

  594. A couple of years ago, I had the opportunity to purchase a small studio piano. My (now 12 year old) daughter loves to sing and play various instruments. She was singing in a holiday choir concert and I went with her to the event while her father and a few family friends moved the piano to our house. She walked in and was absolutely amazed. She cried, I cried, her father cried. She was so thankful and absolutely astonished that she had her very own piano. It is now the place where we gather the holiday gifts each year (and is covered with a stunning 6ft long vintage doily/table runner I “saved” after finding it at a flea market).

  595. I used to be in charge of decorating the big window in the living room of my parents old house. My mom had a bunch of Christmas village clings that I would arrange on the windows and then I would paint the rest of the scene.

    I would also go to Kmart and buy Christmas linens and give them to my mom from Santa.

  596. Grandmatutu (Mary)

    December 1, 2013 at 11:37 am

    Picture it. Christmas on the north shore of Kauai. The power goes off on the island. It was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. The stars literally were jumping out at you from the sky…God’s gift to us! Awesome! Best Christmas, and best gift ever.

  597. My favourite holiday memory is of cross-country skiing one Christmas Eve. The moon was so bright that we didn’t need to take lights, and the snow was really sparkly.

  598. Grandmatutu (Mary)

    December 1, 2013 at 11:57 am

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  599. I remember looking at the wonderful lights on display as we drove to my aunt’s house on Christmas Eve every year! It added to the magic of the season!

  600. At Chanukah our family would light the candles on the Menorah. Singing the prayers always brings me back to that warm glow of family together. Eating the Latkes with applesauce and playing the dreidel is something we passed on to our children and now our grandchildren. Such a simple pleasure.

  601. I must have been about 5 years old. Santa brought me a Winnie the Pooh with a music box inside. I took his shirt off and promptly lost it. But it didn’t matter. Pooh became my best friend from that day on. He even helped me defend myself against an uncle who loved to tickle me (and apparently that music box inside really ouched! It was still the 70′s after all.) Several years later my parents we de-cluttering the house and decided it was time to sell off my stuffed animals I didn’t play with anymore, including Pooh! I was so angry that Pooh was gone. My mom spent years trying to make up for it, buying me every possible Pooh she could find. And one year she found the exact same Pooh, also missing his shirt. It was the best and most thoughtful Christmas present I’ve ever received.

  602. My best Christmas memory is my first one with my husband. We had spent the day at his parents and had come home late. While I was getting ready for bed – little did I know he was busy setting things up. I should preface by saying that I am Dutch and the following is a tradition. He had set up a scavenger hunt complete with tasks and notes leading to the next hidden note. Finally at the end, he had hanging on a string a “little box”…..inside was a 3 stone sapphire ring.

  603. Christmas Eve service at church was magical with darkness and candles. There were many carols to sing. Later on, they had a live nativity. Always a treat to be with family and friends!

  604. My favorite dates back to the year when my son was about five and obsessed with Satr Wars. My husband and I were awake but still in bed on Christmas morning when we heare our son troop downstairs from his room in his footed jammies to see what Santa had left under the tree. We heard a happy exclamation, “he brought it! The Ewok village!”

  605. Ah, what a lovely holiday treat you are offering us this year!
    I remember so fondly that my mom would buy my sister and I new pajamas every year, and let us open them on Christmas Eve. We always looked so cute on Christmas morning in our matching duds!

  606. When I was little, we would always make Christmas cookies a few days before Christmas and leave some out for Santa. The plate was always empty by morning and it would make me so happy because to me, it was extra proof that Santa came!

  607. Carol Eddington

    December 1, 2013 at 3:00 pm

    My mom and dad would move the fireplace screen out and scatter candy and ashes around in the fireplace and on the floor. Well, obviously Santa’s bag got snagged on the way down the chimney and had a hole in it, right?! What a great memory!

  608. The first year I went to college, a Hawaiian girl couldn’t afford to go home for Christmas. My parents said, “bring her home with you” and on Christmas morning she had gifts under the tree.

  609. When I was a child, my parents, sister and I used to wrap Christmas presents and write cards together as a family, for the relatives and friends who lived in other parts of the country. My mother used to keep sheets of wrapping paper and ribbons from previous presents and re-use them, so there would be a pile of these on the navy blue carpet in our living room, next to plastic bags full of presents. My father would put some classical music on his record player and the four of us would sit in a circle on the floor, one person working out who was getting which present, one cutting pieces of paper and ribbon, one wrapping the parcels up and one writing the address labels. When it came to the Christmas cards, it would be one of us reading out the names, one writing the cards, one addressing the envelopes and one sticking the stamps on!

  610. My favorite Chanukkah memory is when my eldest son was 2 we would light the candles , say the blessing and he could open a gift. I was so giddy for his first holiday when he would actually be excited for gifts to open and that i gave him the best presents the first 4 nights . By the 5th night well, the gifts weren’t so stellar i guess. Because we lit the candles, said the blessing and he opened the package. It was a stuffed dinosaurs. He looked at it. said OH, Light another candle please!
    I was devastated. Now it is my favorite Chanukkah memory!

  611. My favorite holiday memories both involve my husband… he asked me out the first time on Christmas Eve Eve (AKA Dec 23rd) and two years later, he proposed while I was at his family’s place for the holidays that year.

  612. One Christmas when I was about 12 or 13, my mom decided to put numbers on presents instead of names so my brother and I would not try to figure out what was in our packages. I was SO excited about Christmas, I could not sleep, so I got up and began making homemade Cinnamon rolls and proceeded to make breakfast. I had everyone in the house up by 5:30 to open presents! My dad told my mom “Never again!” because he wanted to sleep late! LOL

  613. I love it all..

  614. My favorite holiday memory is going to look at Christmas lights on Christmas Eve with my siblings, while my parents finished up any last minute wrapping. There is one street in my tiny hometown that goes all out for any holiday, they have the best lights, and coolest themes. For Christmas, the street is so packed you have to park to walk there and walking around looking at lights really gets you in the spirit. It is a tradition I hope to continue with my own kids someday :)

  615. I love making the Advent Wreath and the lighting the first candle (which is today)

  616. My favorite Christmas was the last one I got to spend with my Mom before she passed away. I was in the Army, stationed in Denver, and wasn’t able to go home to Texas for the holiday. Mom packed her bag and braved the snow and ice so we could be together and gave me the most beautiful lace shawl as a gift that year. It wasn’t a traditional Christmas like in years past as we had enchiladas for dinner and went to the movies to see Cold Mountain but it was still special because she was there.

  617. My favorite Christmas was the year we bought our house. We bought a tree that was so big it took up half the livingroom. The kids made ornaments. We made cookies and hung them in plastic bags,of course they ate most of them before the holiday. Life was simple then.

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    A great memory for me at Thanksgiving : My mom and dad bought turkey platters for my brothers for Thanksgiving dinner, and we set the table with them. Their wives thought that was excellent and they got to take them home at the end of the day.

  619. Most of my winter holiday memories are less than festive, but my favorite holiday activity has always been decorating the tree. It’s important to me to make something beautiful and festive, especially when life is othetwise chaotic and crazy.

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  621. We always had a lot of fun at Christmas, which is also my Dad’s birthday. He’s a jokester, and we loved to put a “fake” christmas gift (nothing mean, just a box of wrapping paper) at the side of the road late Christmas evening, and we’d time how long it would take someone to stop and pick it up. Our best time was 39 seconds!

  622. This is a wonderful contest & love all the memories… it’s hard to pinpoint one thing- I think the memories I hold dearest are friends and family coming together on Christmas Eve, exchanging gifts after a pitch-in meal. We have done this all my life and continue the tradition although not all the family can come now. Miss seeing everyone at least once a year but we do still try and the tradition that started with my Grandma Dunham is on its 3rd generation of organizers!

  623. Kathleen Brandenburg

    December 1, 2013 at 5:51 pm

    For many years I spend months planning, knitting, crocheting, sewing, and crafting so I can share special gifts with my family and friends. I know not everyone can do these things but enjoy receiving homemade gifts. It gives me much joy to have someone enjoy the gift I made myself. Christmas’s for many years have found our family short of funds but I can find something to make to share with others. It is the only thing that many times brings me joy during the holiday season. Depression is easy to fall into at the holidays and I find crafting something to share with someone else can help me feel better. I learned to knit and crochet when I was 11 yrs old, and to sew when I was 12 yrs old. Other crafting just came along with raising 6 children. Now some of my children have started to learn to sew and crochet as they are raising their families. It warms my heart that they also make homemade gifts for family and friends. My grandmother always knit slippers for the grandchildren and we always loved receiving them. It is a gift that lives on through the year. My grandparents and parents are gone now so I try to continue sharing homemade gifts like they did.

  624. Kathleen Brandenburg

    December 1, 2013 at 6:11 pm

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  625. Every year my mother made her special holiday cookies. The ‘Spritz’ machine would come out with the many different shapes for the cookies. She’d add green food coloring for pine trees; we’d eat the dough often before it made it to the cookie sheet. She would also make birds’ nests, magic bars, pfefernuse, among others. Carefully placed atop each other with layers of wax paper in between, the holiday season officially began when mom’s cookies were ready!

  626. One time when I was young and just starting crafts, I made octopus with yarn for all my aunts, they had braided legs – they sat on beds as a decoration…simple life it was.

  627. I have several but my favorite story is when I was 4 and my dad actually got on the roof of our house and stomped around to make us think santa was there…much to his surprise my brother and sister and I were all sound asleep! I love the holiday seasons and the family times spent past and present!

  628. So many. Getting a doll in the early 60s that walked, and making my much older brothers wait an agonizing amount of time as I insisted she carry their presents to them.

  629. So many lovely Christmas memories. In recent years it’s of walking with DH through the neighborhood on Christmas Eve where every house has luminaria set out amongst the other Christmas lights and decorations.

  630. I need to pick Thanksgiving this year just because I was able to enjoy it with my niece who, the free spirit that she is, moved out to CA because she felt in her heart that her heart that this was the place for her. I was able to enjoy the holiday spirit with her and the rest of our family.

  631. So many memories…riding the rapid to Downtown (Cleveland) to eat lunch at the Silver Grill with our (my sister’s) meals served in the little ovens, then visiting with Mister Jingaling; my sister reaching for a candy cane on the tree & knocking the entire tree down; eating ribbon candy; finding our new toothbrushes & fruit in our stockings; filling my kids’ stockings with oranges & new toothbrushes; waiting up till early hours for them all to go to sleep so I could put their presents under our tree; loving their excitement year after year on Christmas mornings…

  632. My favorite holiday memory is going to our ski cabin, strapping on our snowshoes and going out to cut our Christmas tree. We always wake up to lots of snow on Christmas morning, opening presents and then skiing the rest of the day.

  633. My mom used to let me open one present on Christmas Eve, and she did too… Just the two of us by the tree we never told my daddy or siblings. I can’t wait to do that with my own daughter. <3

  634. My favorite memory is when my teen daughter baked me a giant sized chocolate chip cookie in the shape of a heart. Part of it had broken in the unwrapping but most of it was intact. This was the best tasting cookie I’ve ever had!

  635. Grammy Manley would give us a small amount of money each Christmas. But she always wrapped it in a box along with a brick or rock from the garden, so the package had some heft. I have carried on the tradition in my own way, for example weighting down a gift of a throw pillow with a gaily wrapped garden brick!

  636. What a lovely array of gifts!I’d be happy to win any (or all) of them!

  637. Well, I got married on New Year’s Eve, so that was certainly a memorable one.

  638. I remember getting to open one present on Christmas eve and going to bed all excited for the next morning. Then as we slept, mom and dad would sneak into our rooms and leave big stockings full of candy and small toys for us to see as soon as we woke up! Our tree always looked so pretty and bright and there were always presents under the tree that weren’t there when we went to bed.

  639. Christmas is a blur of wonderful memories. One in particular was an annual visit by my parents best friends. Al and Joan were Jewish, but always came to share Christmas Eve with us. We grew up understanding that their beliefs were different than ours. As an adult I cherish being raised by parents that accepted, and loved people that didn’t always share their beliefs and teaching us to do the same.

  640. Growing up, our big celebration was the New Year. My favorite part was waking up one morning to find a decorated Christmas tree with presents under it!

  641. I think one of my favorite memories of Christmas was the year we didn’t get anything. Literally. That year, my parents announced we were celebrating Christmas a week early because of Dad’s work schedule (no surprise, my dad’s schedule at the time was always in the air and varied from week to week). When we did celebrate, my sister and I got small stocking stuffer type presents and packing peanuts. But inside a big box was an announcement that we were going to visit our aging great grandparents, the only ones still living, located 24 hours away in Arkansas for Christmas. It was one of the best Christmas’s ever. What it meant was that we gained memories. We formed relationships with a beloved figure in my Dad’s life. What it meant was that we turned people who were people we heard about into people we knew and wrote to, and cared about, and learned to love until they died (my great grandmother 6 years ago and my step great grandfather 3 years ago). If I had a Christmas I could have again, that Christmas would be one of the top three that I would choose.

  642. I remember the year my sister and I ordered stockings for my parents, filled them, and surprised them on Christmas morning! I will always remember the shocked look on my mother’s face and my dad looked so proud.

  643. When I was in high school, my parents moved to Bangladesh for a job. It is one of the poorest countries of the world. I flew to visit them for Christmas.
    My family and I knew Christmas would not be what we were used to. Bangladesh is a predominantly Muslim country, and with it’s economy, there wasn’t much by way of presents to buy. Plus, I had to consider packing items to take to my parents that they needed, and anything I received would have to travel home with me, a 20+ hour journey. We decided to do something a little different.
    We used the money we would normally have spent on a turkey feast, gifts and more and purchased big sacks of rice, beans and lentils, staple foods over there. It arrived on the back of a truck. Christmas morning we opened the gates to our driveway and lined up the sacks. Each of us took a scoop, and started giving away food. We had women running down the street to us, holding up their skirts to form a sack to carry the rice and more. Soon we had a line of people going down the street, old, young, we turned no one away. Toddlers were shown how to hold out the hems of their ragged t-shirts to hold more food for the families.
    Soon it was all gone, given away. I had been blessed and thanked by people who had nothing, who were crying as they took more food than they could normally afford to buy. It was the best Christmas gift I could ever give, or receive.

  644. I have so many wonderful Christmas memories, but one of my favourites is when my brother and I chipped in and bought my Dad a GPS. This is maybe 10 years ago, when they were more pricey to come by and my brother and I really saved up for it. Dad is a retired electrical engineer and really enjoys gadgets like that. The look on his face when he opened it up was magical. He looked like an excited little child for a few seconds. I know it is not about material things, but to surprise him like that, well it brought my brother and I great joy.

  645. Mine is a more recent one. My family likes to do puzzles or play board games during the holidays. It was the first year that my cousin’s now husband was with us and Scrabble was the game of choice. First and foremost we made the rule that me dad wasn’t allowed to play, but could keep us honest. My dad took it in stride but you could tell my cousin’s bf was a little put off that we wouldn’t include a member of the family. The game progressed and my family got routy, but to the bf’s amazement my dad was a walking dictionary never referring to the Websters available and was helping everyone. We explained that my dad read the OED for fun and we’d have to handicap him so much to give anyone a chance. It was the first year that an “outsider” had been included into my family’s peculiarities and even though I think we sometimes overwhelm him it makes me appreciate my family all the more.

  646. There are lots of different wonderful memories I could share about Christmas, but one in particular changed how I celebrated the holidays. As a young teen, for Christmas, my family took a trip on the super cheap from our wintery New England to sunny Southern California. We flew (back in the mid 80′s before it was what you did) with only carry on luggage on a freight flight, no hotel reservations, and no Christmas presents. We had a fabulous adventure seeing everything from the painted donkey in Tijuana to the harbor of Santa Barbara. What we didn’t do was have a Christmas full of of “stuff”. Not one single gift. The idea of family memories and experiences being more important has stuck with me into adulthood, and I have tried to be thoughtful in how I approach holidays.

  647. Eerika (Berrycah on Ravelry)

    December 2, 2013 at 8:45 am

    Such a great giveaway. :) Thank you for this!
    When I was little we often spent our holiday at my mum’s side’s grandparents (my grandma and her husband whom I call grandpa) with our cousins being there as well. Every year when Santa came grandpa had to ‘go outside to keep an eye on Santa’s sleigh and reindeer’, so he always missed out on having Santa give us our presents! And he never heard us sing our songs for Santa! He would just disappear a few minutes before Santa knocked on the door, telling us that Santa had called him and told to come outside. Only years later I realized what was actually going on. Such a clever ‘scheme’ for us kids’ sake. :)
    This Christmas will be me and my fiance’s first Christmas living in our own apartment (own in the sense that there are no others besides us two). We will have Christmas dinner at his mother’s house and help her prepare the ham and fish and porridge and gingerbread figures and different cakes and mince pies with plum marmalade – all the Finnish traditional holiday foods. There isn’t much money, neither of us’ families have ever had much of it. But it’s not about the money, for me Christmas is about the atmosphere and home time and dark nights with snow and stars and Christmas lights.. And we will be together and have our own peaceful Christmas in our cozy ‘solitude’ – that’s what matters me the most. :)

  648. On Christmas Eve we would go pick out our tree, bring it home and trim it. Stringing popcorn and cranberries, listening to Bing singing White Christmas, fire in the fireplace,so nice, cozy and warm.

  649. I am Jewish, hubby something else. Kids celebrate all solstice festivals, and when they were young I did my very best to keep Santa real and alive. The Christmas Eve my son was nine, we observed our holiday rituals, decorated the gingerbread house, watched “A Christmas Carol,” then mercifully off the kids went to bed (so I could finally put out gifts). There I am at 1 a.m., furiously trying to stuff a fat plush penguin chick into a christmas stocking, when my son comes downstairs (ostensibly for a glass of water). I am caught red handed and I freeze, hoping maybe he won’t see me. (how could he not?) He looks at me with huge eyes and shouts, “BUSTED!” It was a bittersweet moment! Happy Holidays!

  650. My favorite Christmas memory was really a tradition from the time I was only 3 years old. Each year the Sunday before Christmas my Dad and I would go shopping for our Christmas tree just me and him. My Mom and Sister would stay at home and wait to see what we brought home.

  651. waiting on Christmas morning for the cinnamon buns to cook. We couldnt open our presents until Dad had coffee and breakfast was ready. We would stand by the tree and point out the ones we could see names on and try to guess what was in them. Then Dad would sit by the tree and hand them out one by one.

  652. Wow! This is an amazing prize. My favorite holiday memory is putting up the snow village every year. As an adult I put up a Fontanini nativity instead.

  653. shared on facebook!! Thank you for this wonderful opportunity!!

  654. My favorite is New Year’s and the parties I had with my friends as a child.

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  656. I have so many happy holiday memories from when I was a child, but most recently, my happiest memory is from last year. Our elf on the shelf, began a new tradition of creating a treasure map for my two girls to find the present that she left for them., before returning to the North Pole.

  657. My favorite memory is my Dad blindfolding us on the stairs and walking us right past the tree into the kitchen to make sure we ate and increase the suspense. My girls loved the story so much they made Grandpa do it whenever we were there for Christmas!

  658. My favourite childhood memory would have to be decorating the tree with my dad. So much fun

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  660. I always loved getting up early with my brothers and creeping into the living room to scope out what Santa had left. We knew we couldn’t wake up mom and dad so it was fun to sit and guess what was in each wrapped box. Mom hated it because I was a good guesser.

  661. One of my fondest Christmas memories was giving my mom a pair of blue baby booties in a pretty little wrapped box – my way of sharing with her that her first grandson was on the way!! She cried!

  662. Shannon Vincin-Claunch

    December 2, 2013 at 10:00 am

    Falling asleep in my sister’s bedroom(because she let me cuddle with her) and just barely hearing sleigh bells as I fell asleep. Unbeknownst to me it was my parents shaking them in the house. That sense of wonder is one of the best by far.

  663. Shannon Vincin-Claunch

    December 2, 2013 at 10:01 am

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  665. Tammy L. Mitchell

    December 2, 2013 at 10:04 am

    My favorite holiday memory is from my last Thanksgiving at home, before I moved to the east coast. My aunt had recently moved to town and we had grown up without her around. So it was our first holiday seeing her and mom together.
    Aunt Charlotte brought a bottle of wine with her, and my mom was not a drinker… There was lots of laughing and reminiscing between the two, as they polished off the bottle of wine. It was a hoot! Mom cooked most of the dinner very buzzed, and couldn’t understand why the mashed potatoes turned out like soup. She went over the steps she had done the same for many years…and realized she had forgotten to drain the boiled potatoes before adding the butter and cream!
    That year the mashed potato soup was awesome! :-)

  666. Christmas for me was never a wonderful time….I love Thanksgiving and the family gathering and the cooking. I miss family, I miss my grandmother who always made me feel special and my foster mom who did the same. They are Thanksgiving.

  667. Among my mom’s tree decorations a little bobble became known as the Ugliest Ornament Ever. When we were kids it was debated how hard we should try to hide it…or whether it should go back in the box. Funny thing is – now it doesn’t seem ugly at all!

  668. I grew up in Germany and we didn’t have Santa bring the presents. We had an Angel coming on the 24th in the evening and putting everything underneath the tree. We had to wait until we heard a little bell ring and then we had to sing some Christmas songs before we were allowed into the room.
    I held on to the tradition of having an Angel bring presents on the 24th and we have Santa bring one present on the 25th.

  669. Deborah Kelley-Fancy

    December 2, 2013 at 10:23 am

    When my kids were small, Christmas time was the best. Now I have grandchildren!

  670. My favorite holiday memory was when we had no money for Christmas. People donated items for my children to have presents under the tree. Oh the tree was something–it was donated as well with no tree stand. My oldest boy came up with an idea to use concrete blocks to hold the tree up–it worked. Will always remember that Christmas comes from within.

  671. Made potato pancakes, from scratch, with my cousin. We were in the kitchen, laughing at the odd shapes created while grating the spuds. And they were so tasty when done!

  672. I remember my Mom setting packages under the tree. I was 13 and still did not want to witness her doing it.

  673. I have so many good Xmas memories. Xmas Day would be at my grandparents – big dinner, followed by family and friends sitting around the tree, fire roaring in the fireplace – it took us HOURS to unwrap all the presents. Then the traditional supper of oyster stew and leftovers from dinner. And, of course, Xmas cookies for dessert!

  674. The year we drove to Red River Ski Resort during Christmas with our 6 year old son and we still surprised him with Santa Claus presents. We also drove out in the valley and chopped down a little pine tree and got ornaments for half price at the hardware store in town. It was just us three that year.

  675. I remember one year when I was very young seeing a shooting star and thinking it was Rudolph’s nose. I was in the car on the way back from a Christmas eve party at my aunts house. I told my mom we had to hurry home or Santa wasn’t going to stop at my house this year because I wasn’t home in bed asleep. I even tried to go to sleep in the car. I love remembering that. It reminds me of how innocent I was.

  676. I’d have to say that my favorite Christmas memory was when I was 10 years old and my sister was 3. I had stopped believing in Santa for a while but I so loved the magical feeling of bringing Santa to my little sister. My Mom and I wrapped up a few gifts from Santa. Her eyes just lit up when she saw those gifts. While we’re older now I still wrap up a few presents from Santa just to try to recapture those early days. It still brings a smile to her face.

  677. I remember years if having Christmas with our cousins. 9 kids of varying ages, all asking for toys that had to be put together. Our parents would be up all night drinking wine and putting together bikes and Barbie dream houses. If they were lucky, the last screw would go in before us kids came running down the hall. Those were the best Christmases ever.

  678. I was always the first one up on Christmas morning. I don’t even know what time that was, but it was dark in the house. I would sit on the couch beside the tree and just look at the lights. It wasn’t a big tree, only about three feet and the decorations were old, but that moment was mine and I loved it. Our Christmas was small, but I always enjoyed those quiet moments in the glow of the lights.

  679. After we dressed the tree and everyone else was having a sit-down I’d lie on my back under the tree and look up through the branches at the lights and sparkling decorations. It’s a moment filled with wonder and a pure joy free from the pinch of greed Christmas morning carries. I’ve done this every year for as long as I can remember.

  680. My fondest memor(y)ies) is of Easter and the hiding of the Easter Eggs, my daughter loves to search them, even after 22yrs, and I’m all too willing to hide them every year, even when other youngsters find it a bit crazy, after finding the first Easter Egg, you see the enthousiasm grow and the best of all, that happy smile on their faces.

  681. I was lucky to celebrate two Christmas events. Russian Orthodox traditions and German traditions. These are my grandparents lineage. I make as many of their goodies as possible. My very best was 3 years ago with most of my cousins!

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  683. Growing up we used to go to my godmothers house and she would have a bar sized table full of a candy wonderland scene she created and we would be able to pick a piece off and eat it.

  684. I remember the Christmas I received my cabbage patch doll from my grandparents. I played with her for years to come! It was the best present ever:-)

  685. on Christmas eve, my momma spent the whole day, and most of the evening cooking up wonderful things for us to have for Christmas day, and we would get up and open presents, then go out to show my granny some of our favorite things, she lived beside of us, then all during the day, uncles, aunts and cousins would drop by for a few minutes and a piece of pie or cake, or momma’s wonderful ham…and everyone just seemed so relaxed and happy, and this would sometimes go on for 2 or 3 days…but company was never invited, they knew they were welcome and could always drop by anytime…I loved this..it made christmas special..food, family and fun…this is what it is all about…

  686. Tweeted and don’t know if pinning it counts but did that too.

  687. Miranda N. Henckel

    December 2, 2013 at 11:02 am

    My favorite holiday memory was Christmas Day of lay year, when many things surprised me and turned the day from melancholy to amazing. I had woken up a little sad because my mom and dad has been fighting the past couple of weeks and hasn’t participated in a lot of things, including outing up and decorating our Christmas tree I was sitting at my desk waiting for them to finish waking up and for them to start getting ready, looking at my Facebook when suddenly there was a knock at my door. My mom told me to go answer it, and I did but not before lookin out the window and seeing my boyfriends Subaru parked outside. I answered the door and to my surprise, my boyfriend is standing there, telling me Merry Christmas! Turns out my family and boyfriend had been planning behind my back to surprise me with him coming over to spend Christmas morning with us. It was a miracle and it truly made me happy. Then my day was even better when it turns out my boyfriend had built me my own computer, and my family had loved their hand knitted gifts I had made out of love for them. That is my most cherished and favorite holiday memory I have so far. :)

  688. My best memories of Christmas are baking all sorts of yummy cookies – Spritz, Gingerbread men, rum balls, snickerdoodles, and let’s not forget the special Hungarian nut, poppy seed, and lekhvar rolls!!! The kitchen always smells so gooood!
    Of course, there is always the mad dash to finish gifts. However, that gives me time to sit down and knit between all the baking! Making lists for Santa were lots of fun especially when the girls were little. This time,this little girl wants nothing but the Grand prize (not much, am I?)

  689. One Christmas Eve, when I was a child, it had been snowing all day, so we decided to walk to midnight mass. There were no cars on the roads, it was truly a Silent Night. And all the streets were lined with luminarias. It was so beautiful and peaceful. Perfection

  690. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday memory because that is when the whole family gathers (both sides) at my house. It’s sortof like a family reunion, but more fun.

  691. Putting on a Christmas show with my sisters for my grandparents and parents…followed by lots of wonderful Christmas cookies and singing along with Mitch on t.v. (“follow the bouncing ball”).

  692. My favorite Holiday memory is the one when my near neighbors and I had no extra $ to spend on gifts. We got together on Christmas Eve and entry to their house was a dish to pass. We cooked all nite and the only gifts exchanged had to be handmade. What fun and it was the best ever.

  693. The year I was 8 there was a huge snowfall at Christmas. The wind, or something else had shaped the snow of our front walk to look like a sleigh had been by. I was covinced I saw hoof prints in the hollowed out walk too! That Christmas seemed filled with magic.

  694. My favorite holiday memory has got to be one Thanksgiving when I was growing up. My mom always makes lasagna instead of turkey and I absolutely loved being able to help her out for the first time! Being old enough to stir the sauce pot and help stack the layers just meant so much to me, I still get sentimental when I think about it.

  695. Buying several dozen undecorated sugar cookies so my husband and I could spend an evening together decorating them…

  696. Every year my children,husband and I cook a Yule meal for Santa. We told them he gets plenty of cookies and milk so we make him a filet mignon with roasted potatoes and a Guinness. When the children were younger we made what we called reindeer food made of birdseed and sugar glitter in red and green. Now that they are older they still insist that we make Santa his steak and Guinness.

  697. The suspense of waiting for santa to come. As a mother now also the suspense of waiting for santa to come for my twin boys.

  698. Cardamom bread or rolls at Thanksgiving…. They smell good raising, in the oven, and taste soooo good.

  699. My favorite memory of a holiday was going to a holiday party after christmas where my knitting group has an ornament swap. Food, friends and yarning, all the best!

  700. I remember making movies with my four kids when we decorated the tree. We would set up the video camera so it showed the tree, turn it on and then decorate the tree. Then when we were done, we would watch the whole video in fast motion. Talk about hysterical!

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  702. Christmas at the farm, so much family, friends, food. Love was everywhere.

  703. When we were young every Christmas Eve my parents would take us for a drive to see Christmas lights in the neighborhoods close by. Every year my mother would get to the car only to realize she forgot her purse or gloves or something else important. When we retuned from our ride….Santa had come. A true Miracle every year. As we got a bit older and no longer needed the car ride for Santa to come, the car still left every Christmas Eve only to pick up elderly friends who no longer drove who would then join us for Christmas Eve and be treated to my mother’s delicious sweet breads and other holiday treats and coffee along with some company and laughter for the evening. Christmas is my favorite holiday to this day. Everyone who makes it to our home, leaves with a gift. Every last sibling, in-law, friend, niece, nephew. It doesn’t matter. Christmas Eve is ALWAYS held at my house-over thirty years now. This year everyone will take home a tiny knitted pair of mittens hanging inside a glass Christmas ornament. I’ve knit over 75 pair. Most are about the size of a quarter. Merry Christmas one and all!

  704. lindaran (on Rav)

    December 2, 2013 at 11:52 am

    We had a rule in our family that the kids couldn’t wake us up before 6:00 a.m. on Christmas morning (after all, we’d been up until 2 or 3 finishing things up!). My kids kept themselves occupied playing the card game ‘War’ until the allotted time; they’d make sure they had the cards ready to go before they went to bed Christmas Eve! Such good kids…

  705. My favorite memory is what I call the obscure Christmas. That year I made it my goal to find the items my family wanted but couldn’t find. For my mother it was a movie she’d been searching for for years. The same with my husband, plus a copy of his favorite movie autographed by the producer. My father was the hard one as he wan’t looking for anything. For him, I ordered a CD of bagpipe music all the way from Scotland.

    I don’t remember what I received for gifts that year but I’ll never forget the looks of joy and amazement on their faces.

    • Lauria

      December 2, 2013 at 12:37 pm

      What wonderful Christmas gifts! The price of the gift isn’t even what’s important – it’s the time you put in to finding the item that would delight!

  706. When my older nephews were smaller and they still believed in Santa, they would sleep over my house on Christmas eve. The tree would be bare when they come in and then in the morning it would be full of prensents. Their faces was great. Now they are older and know where presents come from but they still keep the secret for the youger ones. :D

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  708. Apeksha Upadhyay

    December 2, 2013 at 12:02 pm

    Such an awesome giveaway!
    My favourite holiday memory is spending Christmas with my cousin and his family in London.

  709. I remember my sisters and myself all trying to sleep in one bed. We would try to stay awake to see if we could hear Santa. We would be talking and giggling. We would still wake up early exhausted from staying up half the night. Our parents would put the stockings in the room so we would open them first before waking them up. I have continued the tradition with my children…..stockings first then wake up mommy and daddy!

  710. At the age of 12, on December 14, my father suddenly passed away from a heart attack. (I know this isn’t a “warm a fuzzy” right off the bat, but just wait…) It proved a terrible holiday season. Suddenly, on December 24, my mother, unable to stay in our house alone without my father, put herself and me and my little sister on a train to Cleveland to spend the actual holiday with my father’s sister, Aunt Gin, Uncle Ernie and our cousins. I was old enough to know about Santa, but my younger sister was devastated that Santa wouldn’t find her. An old soul at 12, I worried so that my little sister would be thrown another blow this holiday season. I knew it was a very long shot that Santa was riding along with us because we were going with just a small overnight bag and Mama was emotionally destroyed by our loss and incapable of planning ahead for this holiday. Upon our arrival we were greeted with love, but it was dark and very late so we were both shuffled off to bed with our cousins. I tossed and turned all night with worry. The next morning I let everyone go downstairs first and listened to the shouting and laughter as I lay in bed. I finally ventured downstairs to see my sister delighted and saying, “Santa found me…ANDI…he found us!” I quickly glanced over at my Uncle Ernie who gave me a quick wink and saw a “twinkle in his eye”. It was then that I knew the real reason of Santa at Christmas. Uncle Ernie and Aunt Gin shared gifts from their own children and given to us! I was engulfed by the giving and sharing and love that surround us, even if we think it is impossible. I had learned firsthand the real meaning of Christmas! I never had the chance to thank them both, my aunt and uncle, but I keep them in my thoughts and prayers and share their generosity with others at this special time of year! It was a bittersweet Christmas, but it was the best! Thanks Aunt Gin and Uncle Ernie!

    • Lauria

      December 2, 2013 at 12:35 pm

      Andi, this brought tears to my eyes. It’s amazing what kindness there is in the world.

  711. My favorite memory was in 2009, where we had been in our new house for a couple months. It was wonderful to set up a Christmas tree in a house I could call my own!

  712. PS I shared this on Facebook!

  713. Christmas when I was 5 was the BEST Christmas ever! One set of grandparents and a great grandmother came to visit, and I received a puppy, tractors (new ones and my dad’s old ones), and a Lionel electric train! AWESOME!

  714. I love New Years. So much less work than Christmas:-)

  715. Maryanne Cadwell

    December 2, 2013 at 12:33 pm

    The Christmas Eve I was 12 my Mother took me to midnight Mass for the first time. When we got home it was snowing and the tree was lit. She asked me to help put the gifts under the tree which was a first. I had known there was no fat man in a red suit for years but this was another first time thing. She trusted that I would not tell my younger siblings about where the gifts come from. Then we had hot cocoa and I went to bed feeling very grown up and important. This was our last Christmas Eve together as my Mother passed away in June at 38 years old. I will always cherish this memory.

  716. My dad was sick with leukemia for much of my childhood, and in the last years of his life he was in the hospital about 50% of the time — home two weeks, in the hospital two weeks, over and over again. One year, he was supposed to be in over Christmas, but they managed to work his drug schedule so he could be home on the day, but go back in on Dec. 26. This meant, though, that he was in for New Years Eve. I am not sure who planned it, if it was him or my mom, but on New Years Eve we took over one of the visitor lounges (with permission, obviously!) and had a party. A bunch of his friends came, and we ate party food and had sparkling cider and, at midnight, had a perfect view of the fireworks…all with Dad in his hospital gown, hooked up to an IV pole. We really did have such fun…Dad believed very strongly in making every minute count, and we definitely did that year. It was our last holiday season with him. I doubt I’ll ever have a more memorable NYE.

  717. When I was a kid I would wake up every year in the wee hours on Christmas and tip toe out down the hall to look in the living room. It was magical to see the tree and gifts in the quiet darkness all by myself before anyone woke up. I would stand there for a few seconds then scurry back to bed.

  718. I shared on FB

  719. Jennifer Stierly

    December 2, 2013 at 12:42 pm

    I still laugh when I see pictures of a gift my dad received for christmas years ago. He wanted a “ugly stick” fishing pole. So mom had my sister and I go into the woods to find the “ugliest” stick we could find. We wrapped it and gave it to him Christmas morning. Needless to say my dad had a good laugh over the gift as did we. He did get the real ugly stick after !
    Memories :)

  720. One of my fav memories had to be when we took the boys to cut down our tree.
    We had been going to this place for years. It had become tradition. One year we had a lot of snow and then a quick warm up. In order to get to the tree lot you had to go down this huge hill and then up another. We were in a Suburban so we were ok but there wer a lot of people who couldn’t make it. We finally parked and found the perfect tree. We had to dig it out from a couple feet of snow to cut it down ourselves
    We dragged it back to the truck only to find that the truck had sunk down into the snow/mud mix about a foot. All three boys and their dad had to push us put. By the time we got out they were covered in mud. They thought it was cool lol
    On the way out they keep guessing who would get stuck and who wouldn’t. I think by the look of the cars comming out that almost everyone did :)

  721. My favourite thanksgiving memory was the year we were expecting our second son. We put a shirt on our oldest with a I’m the big…and then tucked the last word into his pants. So when someone finally read it, and made us untuck his shirt the reactions were awesome!

  722. I remember spending Christmas at my boyfriend’s house with his family for the first time. My family didn’t celebrate Christmas and so I’d never had the chance to decorate a tree or unwrap gifts under it. I was able to help my future mother in law with the cooking and prepping. I felt like part of the family. When it was time to unwrap presents, I was surprised there were several presents for me under the tree. They included me even though it was our first meeting, as if I’d been there all along. I love this family.

  723. Gloria Garcia Kreiner

    December 2, 2013 at 1:06 pm

    I remember when my children where little and one Christmas they woke us up at 3 AM. Needless to say, we sent them back to bed.

  724. I remember one of the nights leading up to Christmas one year my mom let me play under the tree with my Barbies. I think we probably had a Christmas album playing, too (real vinyl). I just remember how pretty the lights were and how it fueled my already active imagination. It is still the memory that comes up for me when I think of the holidays. It wasn’t about what I was doing, but just that feeling of freedom to bask in the glow of the holiday.

  725. I remember when I was in high school, I started to miss the magic of Santa. My brother and I were both too old to believe anymore, and it just seemed like there was something missing from Christmas. So I took to collecting small stocking stuffers, waiting until Mom and Dad had gone to bed, and then sneaking out to add my contribution to the stockings they’d already filled.

    They probably knew it was me all along. But it felt like I was doing my own little part for the magic of Christmas anyway.

  726. I grew up in Indonesia, but since our family is all Catholic then we always celebrate Christmas and New Year and those are the most favourite festivity with all the decors, cooking and baking and now since i am also knitting, my intention is making a new dress with lacy draping in deep rose color, so winning a set of knitting needle will be handy and a bag for keeping the yarn is very welcoming… Hope both are opened for giveaway worldwide.

  727. My favorite Christmas memory happens every year (except this one I think, since Christmas Day lands smack in the middle of the week) – when we all get enough extra time off to really let all the worldly stuff drop away and take a “deep breath” all the way down to our toes!

  728. My favorite holiday memory is when I told my daughters that they had a really big Christmas present, and we had to go to the airport to pick up our gift. We waited and waited, and then…out of the security gate came my husband, from Afghanistan! The memory of the surprise and joy on my girls’ faces still brings tears to my eyes. One week later, our third daughter was born. Definitely my favorite Christmas memory!

  729. My fondest memories are not of my childhood…my happiest memories began when my own 3 children came into my life. They are now 15, 12 and 12 (yes, twins :-D). The memories my husband and I have shared and created for these 3 great kids will stay with me forever. Happy Holidays to all!

  730. One of my fav memories is of watching It’s a Wonderful Life together as a family, when I was young, and believing that whenever an angel got their wings a bell would ring. I went around ringing bells for weeks.

  731. When the kids were young we had au pairs from Europe (Finland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Germany, Estonia) and we asked each to share a Christmas tradition. Our favorite was the book , Twelve Gifts for Santa, from Finland. My son read this for many years.

  732. Every Christmas morning, my dad made potato pancakes. Because of his job at the plant, he didn’t get to spend much time with us, even on holidays. Even today, we all still love his potato pancakes, and try (and fail) to duplicate them.

  733. When I was a child, I was always anxious for Christmas. My parents would wrap my gifts in the basement. I would leave a snack of apple juice and cookies (what Santa liked at my house). I would wake up in the middle of the night, see if the snack was still there and then I would go to the top of the stairs and ask if I could come downstairs. My father would always reply, “no Santa’s here and he’s in the bathroom.”

    [I always wanted to know why Santa used our house as his pit stop!]

  734. When my kids were little as we had no chimney I pained a cardboard box to look like one that we hung our stockings on. Christmas eve night before they went to bed we would set out cookies for Santa & carrots for the reindeer & unlock the front door so Santa could get in, after they were in bed I made magic snow footprints (w/ powder and boots) across the floor from our front door to the painted box and tree.

  735. One of my favorite Christmas’ memories is having Christmas in a hotel after we had a house fire, it was a bad time but we still made it special and had a lovely cozy Christmas.

  736. My dad was just like a little kid when it came to Christmas presents. He’s always try to get one of us kids to ‘fess up with what we were all giving him for Christmas. He was cured of this one year when he focused on asking me (I was about 5 years old thus the most susceptible) what he was getting. I told him he was getting a new watch, which is what I was told by my sibs and mom. He was so surprised when he received his favorite books and magazines from all of us instead.

    My dad died in 1992. I truly miss him & think of him every Christmas.

  737. Up until I married in 1984 I would spend Christmas Eve with my grammy. We would bake all day then head to midnight mass.

  738. When I was about 6 or 7 all I wanted was a canopy bed. I went to sleep in my old bed and woke up Christmas morning in a pink and white canopy bed. I was so excited I started jumping on it and didn’t even want to go downstairs to see what else Santa brought.

  739. I shared the contest on Facebook :)

  740. Our family does not usually give big ticket items for Christmas. We buy relatively small things for each other for Christmas. When my three nieces were all under 13, we used money from my Dad’s estate and bought each of them an iMac. It was a total surprise and their stunned looks of surprise and joy were one of my best Christmas memories.

  741. My favourite holiday memory is decorating for the various festivals with my grandfather. He has been gone for a few years but I’ll always cherish his enthusiasm and joy for the holidays and decorating.

  742. I remember the tradition of baking and decorating more than ten varieties of cookies for the Christmas season with my mother. We were fortunate to share that tradition with my daughter, her husband and now the grand children. My mother passed away three years ago, but the tradition continues….

  743. I can’t pick just one memory, but I loved Christmas as my children grew up. I loved how my husband and I would go to great lengths to carry on the Santa magic. He always wrapped their presents in paper with hiss true on it, left sooty foorints on the carpet that I had to clean up, left a trail of cookie crumbs, etc. one Christmas, when my daughter was three and had still not given up sucking on a pacifier, we told her that Santa wanted to give her a big girl play cottage. If she would put her pacifier under her pillow, an elf would take it to Santa and he would possibly bring her the play cottage. She followed through and I still remember the delight in her eyes when the next morning the pacifier had disappeared and the cottage was in the living room. She never missed that pacifier!

  744. My favorite New Year’s memory is of contradancing with my dad. The band would stop just in time for everyone to circle around, hold hands, and count down to midnight.

  745. One year after my sister and I had about figured out that Santa was really Mom and Dad (back in the late ’60′s) but when we weren’t really sure, Mom and Dad kept us out running errands, visiting and away from home all day on Christmas Eve. We came home after dark after opening stockings, having breakfast and unwrapping stuff under the tree, one of us opened a little package that had a key in it. We had to find what the key was for. I remember looking in the back yard and discovering that while we were away a playhouse, painted to match our real house (brown stain with white trim and it’s own little gold colored knocker on the door), had been built and inside it was our own little tree. It felt like magic and ensured it took us a few more years to be sure who was putting presents in our stockings and under the trees. It still makes me tear up to think of how amazing that surprise was! Christmas still feels like magic.

  746. Favorite holiday memory is decorating the tree when we were little with Mom explaining where all the ornaments came from and she always hung the ones we made. I do the same thing with my son.

  747. My favorite holiday is actually Rosh Hashana–the Jewish New Year. My whole family gets together (there’s over 40 of us, and that’s just my siblings and parents, grandparents, aunts and their families, and very close cousins!) and we all wear white and have the most delicious dishes and celebrate a fresh start together. No one is allowed to be mad at each other regardless of previous fights and everyone sings together. It’s really fun and loud and just the best time of year–not to mention the food is great :)

  748. I remember my grandma’s house, and the enormous variety of treats she somehow found time to make and stash in the freezer, in between knitting gifts for every member of the family. I don’t accomplish nearly as much as she used to, but I try to keep up the homemade tradition!

  749. Decorating the New Year’s tree with my family in Russia. Some of the ornaments were older than my mum and all were glass so I had to be very careful. They were so beautiful, each one of a kind and collected over the years and each had a story that my parents would tell. It was a great time setting up the tree and putting these beautiful ornaments on it. Unfortunately all of the ornaments were lost when we move out of the country to the US.

  750. I have wonderful memories of baking and decorating Christmas cookies with my mom and sister every Christmas Eve. I’m not sure my mom’s memories of Christmas cookies are quite as fond, as my sister and I inevitably lost interest and left her to decorate the rest of the cookies!

  751. 25 years ago, I was heavily pregnant and on bed rest to avoid early labor. We had a 2-yr-old. My husband decided that he would cook the Thanksgiving dinner, all the trimmings, in spite of never having done any of it before. He pulled it off, and the toddler’s daycare provider capped off the day by delivering a dozen warm homemade rolls just in time for the meal. We had much to be thankful for, including a healthy baby girl two weeks later.

  752. my fav memory would be driving around with my mom and looking at all the christmas lights.

  753. Favorite holiday memories are always the stockings on Christmas morning. You always fournd the best little tid bit packed between the oranges and the peanuts.

  754. It’s hard to pick the best memory! Growing up, I always loved our Christmas morning tradition of eating pastries and cookies for breakfast. I also loved that my mom made me a new dress each year to wear on Christmas Eve.

  755. When I was a kid, my brother and I used to yell at whoever had the video camera that it was our turn to open a present. I was caught saying “look at me!” a lot, and it’s now become a family joke that we remember year round.

  756. My favorite memories are with all my grandchildren watching the open all the beautiful gift

  757. I am just getting to the point of labels. Now of course I think I must have them
    They would Say: Gnome Run and either Hand Spun/Hand Knit or Hand Woven
    probably 5/8ths and Royal Blue on Cream. Seeing all these goodies is inspiring and wonderful. thanks so much

  758. I have so many fond memories of the big Thanksgiving dinners my late husband and I hosted for friends that I don’t think I can find just one. But since I am on my own, I will go with this past Thanksgiving when I was the guest of my brother and sister-in-law and had the chance to spend quality time with my nephew and niece and their families. It was wonderful to get to know them as adults. Doors close and doors open–how nice.

  759. My favourite memory from the holidays is Christmas Eve every year as a kid when we would go to church for the Christmas Eve service in the evening, then we would go drive around just looking at the lights on everyone’s houses and yards. After that, we would go home, have hot chocolate and homemade cinnamon rolls while we opened one gift from one of our family members before going to bed. Just spending time as a family doing something together made the night special.

  760. Lying underneath the Christmas tree looking up through the branches…..the lights, tinsel, and ornaments took me to a wonderful place!

  761. Jennifer Wiseman

    December 2, 2013 at 7:42 pm

    Any Christmas since my girls were born! So much holiday fun when there are children involved!!!

  762. Remember when Santa came to the house IN PERSON and brought the toys, still wonder who that was….

  763. I just shared this blog post on Facebook!

  764. This starts out a bit angsty, but it is one of my most treasured memories. When I was a child, my mother severed my relationship with my grandfather. My mother wasn’t well and had a number of problems, and she cut off our relationships with a number of family members who loved us. Eventually, my father got custody of me, and I began to slowly rebuild bridges. However, a great deal of damage had been done. I thought that my grandfather had abandoned me and didn’t love me, when really, he had been forced out of my life. Between the ages of 15 and 28, I had an on again off again relationship with him and my grandmother and my cousins on that side. Well, over Christmas in 2011, he took me, my husband, and my son out to dinner and we talked. He finally told me how much he had missed me, and I told him how much I had needed family and how I felt abandoned. I told him how much I loved him, but that I had no idea how to show him. We began again with a clean slate. I thank God that we did, because he passed away the following June. Being able to rebuild a relationship with my grandfather and being given the opportunity to get to know the rest of that side of the family is the best Christmas gift that I have ever received.

  765. My favourite Christmas memory happened 34 years ago…I had just given birth to our first born and the first grandchild for my parents. Came home from the hospital on Christmas eve, could not travel …. Christmas morning my parents and siblings all arrived with a full turkey dinner in the back of the station wagon. My Mom cooked, served and when I attempted to help clean up, sent me to bed to rest. Most memorable for me and much appreciated.

  766. I was in my first Chicago apartment, a one-room “studio”. It was Christmas Eve and I was anxiously waiting for my sister and her new husband who were driving up from downstate through a snowstorm that was getting heavier by the minute. This was before cellphones, way back in the 60s, and there was no way to reach them, and so I fretted until they arrived, hours late but safe. We hugged and dragged in suitcases, and I waited for them to take off their coats, but instead my brother in law asked if there was a way to get to the roof of the building. And so, we took the elevator up to the “sun roof”, twenty-nine stories high. There we stood together, seeing the lights along Michigan Avenue twinkling, breathing in the crisp clean air, watching the silent city, beautiful in the snow, as midnight passed and Christmas Eve became Christmas Day.

  767. I was always making the kids something until the last minute. This year we were visiting in-laws and I was visiting from behind the door finishing three yarn cats.

  768. my happiest memories are of Christmas morning to the child. I remember waking up and being so excited that it was Christmas Day and running downstairs and seeing all the packages that Santa left. it was just magical.

  769. I remember the first year I was deemed old enough to light the menorah — I felt so grown up and so responsible! Still love lighting the candles with my family!

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  771. My favorite holiday memory was the New Year’s Eve when my now DH proposed. He wrote his proposal out on a piece of parchment and put it in a silver embossed Danish Engagement box – and gave it to me at a Chinese restaurant in Chicago. All the waiters were standing around watching! And of course there was a light snowfall outside to make it all cozy and perfect!

  772. My favorite holiday memory is when I was a sophomore in high school. My whole family decided they wanted to have a white Christmas. We live in Southern California and don’t get to experience snow in the winter unless we visit the mountains. We rented a cabin and everyone spent Christmas morning in quiet awe of the fresh snowfall Christmas morning. It was a wonderful trip of togetherness.

  773. Honestly, I don’t really have a “favorite” holiday memory, but the one that stands out for me was the year we got to spend a whopping few hours at my Uncle’s place, but couldn’t stay if we didn’t want to get snowed in.
    The trip was already packed with drama. It was Christmas time, 1983. I flew to Houston from LA and we had a stop in Lubbock where the plane fish-tailed its way down the landing strip, then I got to Houston, and the weather warnings were so bad, we weren’t sure about doing the drive up to Chicago to be with family, but my Farmor was the queen of the guilt trip and we hit the road the next morning. Drove straight up from Houston without stopping, and it was terrible…..I say drive, but it was more like ice-sailing in that van. The tension from driving on bad roads was palpable and not exactly fun. My father blared Sousa and polkas on the radio to keep alert.
    We finally reach Chicago and the guilt trip continued. We were supposed to drive from Chicago up to Zumbrota, MN to be with the rest of the family, but the roads were so nasty, we wanted to stay in Chicago. Farmor and Farfar tag teamed us on the guilt trip and the next morning we loaded all of us and a bunch of food and presents up and hit the road.
    When we finally reach Zumbrota, we couldn’t get to my uncle’s place as it was a country farm and the road was 4 feet deep in snow. We ended up checking in to the only hotel in town, and what I remember of it was that it was old, it was PINK, and that the doors didn’t stop the snow from blowing in under them. It was late on Christmas eve and nothing was open, so we pilfered the food items we had to make some sort of meal.
    The next day, everyone was in a foul mood for Christmas morning, and we waited for the snowplows to get us in to my Uncle’s. We finally got to his place a bit before 2pm.
    As we were all starving for food, the meal had already been started and we got it finished and on the table and sat down to eat. Before we got to desert, we heard the weather report from the TV in the living room. Basically, if we didn’t get back on the road in the next couple hours, we were going to be stuck where we were……UGH.
    So, desert got scarfed down while we tore through presents so fast no one remembers what they got. The decision to leave Farmor and Farfar with my Uncle came to be as we couldn’t go to Chicago and stay ahead of the storm…..we had to make a straight shot down to Houston.
    We were back on those dangerous roads within the hour…..and drove until we got to a rest area south of Dallas…..and we had to rest. The storm had literally been on our tail the entire drive, so it caught up to us, and I felt like I was going to freeze to death in that van.
    After a few hours of rest, we hit the road again and when we finally reached Houston, it was a nightmare. The storm had frozen all the pipes and the house was completely flooded from the ruptures. We had left taps dripping, but it had not been enough. The 30 gallon fish tank was frozen solid except for a cantaloupe sized ball in the center where some of the fish had tried to survive.
    Its been 30 years since that Nightmare of Christmas, and its the one the entire family remembers most.
    Every Christmas since then…..well, no matter how bad the family drama gets, we remember that one and its not so bad that year. LOL

  774. My favourite holiday memory is from Christmas when I was about 10. My grandfather who happened to live on the east coast couldn’t wait for my west coast family to get our presents ( I also suspect he was trying irritate my mother) and called us at 4:30 am.
    I was of course already awake and waiting patiently for everyone else to wake up. He did me a huge favour.

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  777. What a giveaway. My favorite memory was setting up my dad’s train around the tree ach year. It was the only time we were allowed to play with it.

  778. My favorite holiday memory would have to be the first Christmas I spent with my husband (before we were married). I had repeatedly told him that I didn’t like Christmas, or maybe even hated it (not the case now, though), and he always responded with how he loves the holiday, and that it’s the only one that ever mattered to him. One day I got off work early and snuck home (which was hard because we worked together) and decorated the whole house before he got home. I had the house lights of, so when he walked through the door it was all lit up with lights and tinsel and all things Christmas-y. The surprised look on his face is etched into my memory. Best Christmas Ever!

  779. Best Christmas was the year we learned to ski at Killington, VT. We had a blast and as a ten year old it was fun to get our presents in a hotel room!

  780. Patti "oldgoatwoman"

    December 3, 2013 at 7:53 am

    Having family all around before Christmas even began to make candy and cookies – my s-i-l and I are still in trouble over the fun we had! Almond Roca, fudge, French cookies, egg nog, divinity, and more – so much fun. Cousins playing and getting to know each other since we lived away from family. All the ruckus of family – truly blessed.

  781. I can’t narrow it down…lighting Hanukkah candles with my brother. The little basket shaped like a sleigh that had trail mix in it. Lobster for Christmas dinner (and lobster races on the floor beforehand). Stollen for Christmas breakfast. The annual Christmas party at my father’s work. Oh, my mother’s sugarplums! Oh yes, that’s totally it…prunes dipped in egg white, then powdered Jello. Mmmmmmmm.

  782. With three young children, every Christmas Eve is my favorite. The excitement and wonder and magic that make Christams what it is.

  783. Drinking Christmas eggnog while wrapped in cozy flannel snuggled up next to Mom.

  784. our first christmas tree after we got married. bought it on christmas eve, tiny thing, only one left. Decorated it with ribbons. It was beautiful.

  785. Every Christmas Eve my parents would have a house party, that took my mom days of cooking to prepare for. Family and friends would come from miles away, after eating we would all go to Church for a candle light service then drive around town looking at all the beautiful Christmas lights. Such special memories I have of this time in my life.

  786. Every Christmas morning, we would all wake up and come downstairs in our PJs. Mom would heat up this yummy egg casserole thing she would only make for Christmas and dad would light a fire in the fireplace. We’d open our presents and spend the whole morning in our jammies.