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Valke2
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I thought it might be nice to hear about people’s greatest christmas stories.
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Personal stories?
For me, it was when my Uncle Karl and Auntie Della, along with “Uncle” Joe and “Aunt” Mary, drove all the way from San Francisco to my house three days before Christmas. I was 4 days from turning 6, my mommy was pregnant and my daddy had disappeared. I was worried and depressed as only a child can be when all the adults go crazy around them. Uncle Joe (another fireman who worked with Uncle Karl) dressed up as Santa Claus. I was in my room when my mommy called me - in a very excited voice - and when I entered the living room there was Santa. He had two very special presents and a sack of walnuts and candies. He listened to me talk to him for what seemed like forever. He was so kind and wonderful. I did think it was weird, at first, that he had to leave through the front door but figured it was because I was awake and couldn’t be allowed to ‘see’ the magic.
30 minutes later my Uncle Karl drove up with everyone in their big old chevy and I could not WAIT to tell them all about how Santa had just been there…just to see ME.
It was the best Christmas anyone could give a sad, frightened little girl.
For me, it was when my Uncle Karl and Auntie Della, along with “Uncle” Joe and “Aunt” Mary, drove all the way from San Francisco to my house three days before Christmas. I was 4 days from turning 6, my mommy was pregnant and my daddy had disappeared. I was worried and depressed as only a child can be when all the adults go crazy around them. Uncle Joe (another fireman who worked with Uncle Karl) dressed up as Santa Claus. I was in my room when my mommy called me - in a very excited voice - and when I entered the living room there was Santa. He had two very special presents and a sack of walnuts and candies. He listened to me talk to him for what seemed like forever. He was so kind and wonderful. I did think it was weird, at first, that he had to leave through the front door but figured it was because I was awake and couldn’t be allowed to ‘see’ the magic.
30 minutes later my Uncle Karl drove up with everyone in their big old chevy and I could not WAIT to tell them all about how Santa had just been there…just to see ME.
It was the best Christmas anyone could give a sad, frightened little girl.
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puzzleannie
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in our family there is only one, the Year Pat Got the New Red Bike. bicycles were something you picked up off the garbage pile on the curb, or if you had a couple of bucks, at the police auction, fixed up and rode until they fell apart. In our family of 8 the tradition was stockings, one “big” gift for each child (the kind wrapped in pretty paper, usually the funnies’ pages from the Sunday paper), and one family gift, like a board game. this year dad must have gotten a bonus because Pat, the youngest, about 8 found a shiny new red discount store bicycle (already assembled, oldest brother and expert mechanic was in on the surprise). It was a good bike, my grandkids rode it whenever they visited grandma, long after Pat graduated to adult size 10 speeds. we’re Catholic (at least we all were back then) is it okay to post here?
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Valke2
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It’s ok with me 
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ralphinal
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So far, my favorite was my son’s first Christmas.
He was 9 months old, so he did not exactly know what was going on. We were at my parents. He woke up, went into the den and just stood there looking. He would not move. I finally got him to understand that these were his toys. He wasn’t sure for a long time. Finally, he started playing with them. The look of amazement on his face was priceless. He is six this year. He just lost his grandfather. As we are now divorced, Christmas is tough anyway. I hope that this is not the last time Santa comes. By the way, his name is Nicholas, so he loves Santa stories. My second favorite story is the first time I read him the stories of St. Nicholas. He kept saying “I did that.” and “I was busy.”
He was 9 months old, so he did not exactly know what was going on. We were at my parents. He woke up, went into the den and just stood there looking. He would not move. I finally got him to understand that these were his toys. He wasn’t sure for a long time. Finally, he started playing with them. The look of amazement on his face was priceless. He is six this year. He just lost his grandfather. As we are now divorced, Christmas is tough anyway. I hope that this is not the last time Santa comes. By the way, his name is Nicholas, so he loves Santa stories. My second favorite story is the first time I read him the stories of St. Nicholas. He kept saying “I did that.” and “I was busy.”
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jediliz
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The year I got my cabbage patch preemie baby doll named Julia was one of the best.
For many years when I was growing up, we’d go to Christmas Eve Vigil Mass and then drive around to look at Christmas lights around town and sometimes out of town. Then we’d come back home and find the cookies eaten and the presents (some from ‘SANTA’) under the tree.
Now that my brother and sister have children, we try to have a birthday cake or some cupcakes and then we sing “Happy Birthday” to a figure of the Baby Jesus from a nativity set.
Traditional Christmas Movies: A Christmas Story and A Charlie Brown Christmas Special.
For many years when I was growing up, we’d go to Christmas Eve Vigil Mass and then drive around to look at Christmas lights around town and sometimes out of town. Then we’d come back home and find the cookies eaten and the presents (some from ‘SANTA’) under the tree.
Now that my brother and sister have children, we try to have a birthday cake or some cupcakes and then we sing “Happy Birthday” to a figure of the Baby Jesus from a nativity set.
Traditional Christmas Movies: A Christmas Story and A Charlie Brown Christmas Special.
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water
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First year moving down to Texas, my house got broken in around the 21st of December. Windows shattered - and I didn’t have good sleep for the next few days.
At that time, I thought it was the worst Christmas. But looking back, it taught me a great lesson - I spent too much on decoration of the house; I wasn’t into preparing spiritually myself for the season.
At that time, I thought it was the worst Christmas. But looking back, it taught me a great lesson - I spent too much on decoration of the house; I wasn’t into preparing spiritually myself for the season.
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Rawb
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I don’t know how old I was, but I was pretty young, maybe 5-7. Every Christmas Eve my sisters and I would pile into one huge bed we’d make out of the two beds of my older sisters and sleep horizontally across both of them so we’d fit. That night for some reason we waited to do this until after our parents had gone to sleep, so as I was crisscrossing the hall with my pillow and blankets I swear I heard music playing and saw light flickering down the hallway in our living room where the tree was (I must have been half asleep but I can still remember what I thought I heard and saw). Then as I lay trying to go to sleep I swore I also heard trampling on the roof.
We woke up before the sun and went down the hall and saw a huge box with a giant bow on it. My sisters and I had recieved one of those huge trampolines. After my parents woke up my dad helped us set it up before breakfast. We have it on film. We were freezing cold, Dad was in his slippers, the grass was wet and it was still sort of misty. Mom kept telling my dad that 'Real men don’t need directions!" whenever he’d ask us to read something. We ended up setting it up upside down, had to take it apart, but finally got it up and we all got to jump a bit before we went to Grandma’s house for the rest of Christmas.
We woke up before the sun and went down the hall and saw a huge box with a giant bow on it. My sisters and I had recieved one of those huge trampolines. After my parents woke up my dad helped us set it up before breakfast. We have it on film. We were freezing cold, Dad was in his slippers, the grass was wet and it was still sort of misty. Mom kept telling my dad that 'Real men don’t need directions!" whenever he’d ask us to read something. We ended up setting it up upside down, had to take it apart, but finally got it up and we all got to jump a bit before we went to Grandma’s house for the rest of Christmas.
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