Your Most Memorable Christmas

[Saint Melania]

Care to share your most memorable Christmas of years past? Or even if it's the present one? And why...


My most memorable Christmases were when my grandmother put on a feast, and dressed up as Santa Claus for us kids. There are certainly others, but this has to be THE most memorable for me. :holy:

[rainbowbright]

My most memorable Christmases were when I lived in Greece. My favorite is when we were getting ready to move back to the states, all of our furniture was gone and we had bare marble floors. I was 5, going on six and I got to dress up real pretty. My little brother got a train that ran on steam and it was whistling and running all over the place, I got some skates and got to skate all over our apartment on the marble floors. My parents video taped it (back when the video camera was a big gigantic thing) and I'm not quite sure why it's so memorable.

[Dorothea]

One that is very memorable and always sticks in my mind...it's a very happy memory...was when we were stationed at Rhein Mein AB, Germany back between 1978-1980. My mom was friends with a Greek woman and her family (daughter, son, and husband), and she also had a friend from Switzerland and her daughter. Then we also had a good friend that my parents had known since they were first married who was a WWII vet, and even then, he was pretty old. My mom also had a friend she met I think when she was in Greece who's Greek and Belgium. So, let's see if I can get all the straight: Mom's Greek friend, Antoula, and family, who spoke only Greek and a tiny bit of English and German, Freda and Chantel (Friend from Switzerland and daughter), who spoke French and German and a bit of English, Mary Lynn (Greek/Belgium gal) who spoke French and Greek and a tiny bit of English, and Bill, the WWII vet who only spoke English. LOL They were all over for the Christmas dinner, and Freda, Chantel, Mary Lynn and Bill were all staying at our house for the week. We had a blast. Everyone was speaking all different languages. One time when I was in the kitchen, I had asked my mom something, and she started speaking to me in Greek while she was rushing toward the kitchen swing-type door to get to the dining room table. LOL I said, "Mom, I don't understand what you're saying." LOL She said, "Oh! Sorry!" It got sometimes confusing. hee hee. What a joy that Christmas was. It was both unique and fun. :D

[Saint Melania]

I love these stories! Thanks for sharing them! :hug:

[Saint Melania]

Come on, don't be shy! Everyone's had at least one memorable Christmas. :)

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[fuerein]

Come on, don't be shy! Everyone's had at least one memorable Christmas. :)

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Actually nope. I honestly cannot remember any Christmas that really sticks out to me. If I had to say one specific one stuck out it would have to be the one where we visited my grandmother for Christmas, stopped at a rest area on the toll road and came out to find out one of the belts had broken in the engine when we stopped and we spent the next several hours in a auto garage waiting for a service tech to do an emergency belt installation. But even that Christmas sticks out primarily because of the car troubles and not because of Christmas per se.

[Protoevangel]

My first daughter was born on December 17th 1993. She had some problems, being a month premature, and had to stay in the hospital for a while. We got to bring her home on Christmas eve. That was the best present ever.

[Saint Melania]

It is really something special when a baby is born around Christmas. :)

[MariaRegina]

My son was born on July 30, 1984, and we were able to travel with him on Alaska Airlines to Seattle to visit his grandmother. She loved to hold him and that made Christmas special for all of us.

[flod logic]

Come on, don't be shy! Everyone's had at least one memorable Christmas. :)

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That Elmo reminds me...when I was little, probably 3 years old, I got a talking Big Bird for Christmas. It was kind of an animatronic thing that would read stories from cassettes you put in him and would move his head and blink his big plastic eyes as he read the story. He seemed almost as big as I was at the time. :P Sometime that night I set him on the bed in my room and didn't think anything of it...until I walked into the dark room later and saw the light from the hallway shining off of his big eyes! It freaked me out and I was scared of my Big Bird toy for a while after that. :P

[MariaRegina]

That is a cute story.

[Chocolatesa]

None in particular stick out for me, they're all nice :)

[cobweb]

I was 11 and my family was living in the middle of nowhere Arkansas in an old 14 ft. travel trailer with a 12'x12' room built on the front. We had no electricity, phone, or indoor plumbing. Dad's place of employment had burnt to the ground and there was a really bad recession. It was very cold and sometimes there wasn't enough food. There were times that he would sell plasma to buy food. I can remember him bringing us the cookies from the blood donation center.

Dad cut down a little cedar tree and bought a little battery operated light set (the kind used to light up wreaths) and we decorated the tree with paper chains and snowflakes. My sister and I put on a little Christmas play as a present for Dad. Mom and Dad made sure that we got presents. That year we each got a cheap set of headphones, a little pair of gloves, a pencil with a snowglobe on top, a giant eraser, and an orange. I will never forget how good that orange tasted.

That afternoon, our neighbors stopped by one by one (unannounced) and brought a some sort of food. It was like an impromptu "stone soup" style feast. Everyone was poor, but we all ate well that evening.

That is my best memory of Christmas.

[Protoevangel]

I was 11 and my family was living in the middle of nowhere Arkansas in an old 14 ft. travel trailer with a 12'x12' room built on the front. We had no electricity, phone, or indoor plumbing. Dad's place of employment had burnt to the ground and there was a really bad recession. It was very cold and sometimes there wasn't enough food. There were times that he would sell plasma to buy food. I can remember him bringing us the cookies from the blood donation center.

Dad cut down a little cedar tree and bought a little battery operated light set (the kind used to light up wreaths) and we decorated the tree with paper chains and snowflakes. My sister and I put on a little Christmas play as a present for Dad. Mom and Dad made sure that we got presents. That year we each got a cheap set of headphones, a little pair of gloves, a pencil with a snowglobe on top, a giant eraser, and an orange. I will never forget how good that orange tasted.

That afternoon, our neighbors stopped by one by one (unannounced) and brought a some sort of food. It was like an impromptu "stone soup" style feast. Everyone was poor, but we all ate well that evening.

That is my best memory of Christmas.
The best story yet!

[Saint Melania]

These stories are all good! Sometimes the simple things make Christmas a special one.

I remember the Christmas when I was eight, and my parents bought me a cocker spaniel puppy. She was quite a treat for me.

[Philothei]

Wonderful story cobweb :). Our best Christmas was 2 years ago when i got to celebrate Christmas with mom and dad and my brother's family after 18 or so years away... It was so good to be with them... and spend it in Greece. It snowed that January too ... and it was perfect I did not miss any snow or anything from the States. We played cards, board games and sang the carols like we used to do when we were little.... even the turkey tasted the same....

Philothei