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Your Favorite Winter Holiday Memory

~~It's that time of year...~~

Everyone either puts on their Best Behavior Hats or expects their gathering to have, with so many different personalities, some type of drama. We all have memories of this time of year. When we were younger--when we were older---our first as a couple--the first with the baby. Sneaking downstairs to peek and see if Santa really did come. The very first time you got to attend Midnight Mass. Your very first New Year's Eve party (as an adult or child).

All of us pretty much have a favorite memory tucked away and we want you to share it with us.

Everyone's name will go into a hat and one lucky winner will receive a $100 gift certificate to their favorite store just for telling us their favorite winter holiday memory.

Contest ends December 21, 2012

So, go ahead. Tell us!

What is your favorite winter holiday memory?



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Meg Mims said...

The Christmas I was ten, and old enough to realize my younger sister had three times the number of presents I had... which was a game and a book. Hmm. My older brother was more vocal about his shock, but Mom asked us to go downstairs to the cellar to fetch something. I was thrilled to see a new blue Schwinn bike, with shiny fenders and a comfy seat!! There was too much snow to try it out until spring, but I sure loved that bike.

Posted December 7, 2012 05:23 PM | Reply to this comment

Ginger Simpson said...

I plan to share this on my own blog, but what is Christmas if not a time for sharing. This time of year always brings forth the same memory for me, and here it is: “I think I hear sleigh bells,” my dad would say every Christmas. We’d scurry to our bedrooms and pretend to be fast asleep. Being the oldest of four, I knew Dad was the one who went outside and attempted to make reindeer tracks in the dirt. We didn’t have a fireplace, so Santa had to come in through the door. The important thing was that he came. How my mom and dad managed to give us such joy and the very thing we wanted when the raft shop where my dad worked at the local air force base paid ninety cents an hour. We thought we were in hog heaven when he brought home the canned rations every now and then. Each one had a candy inside, and the crackers weren’t bad either. I can’t recall a Christmas that didn’t put a permanent smile on my face and joy in my heart. Although Dad was Jewish and didn’t believe in the reason for the season, he was always the first to shake the presents beneath the tree. We always vowed to wait until Christmas morning to open gifts, but he was the culprit behind the “let’s open just one.” Sure, one turned into two, and before we knew it, we sat amongst opened boxes and a landslide of wrapping paper, happy with what we’d received, but disappointed that once again we’d failed to wait until morning. So the tradition continues. Christmas eve is our time to celebrate, and I’m always urged on by my father’s voice in my head, telling me now from heaven, “just open one. What harm can it do?” Oh, we still have our Christmas dinner on the day of, and as a Christian, I celebrate the birth of Jesus, and I will be forever thankful for the parents he gave me. We weren’t rich in the financial sense, but in love we were millionaires. I’d give anything to have one of those Christmas Eves over again, and hear my Dad’s voice for real. He’s been gone for over twenty years now, but if you’re listening Daddy, your little girl loves you with all that she is, and I miss you still. You’ll always be in my heart, and in your honor, I’ll always open just one on Christmas Eve…or maybe all. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to each of you.

Posted December 8, 2012 12:23 AM | Reply to this comment

Buddy Kane said...

Mailing Christmas cards to the wrong address. And finding the error years later.

Posted December 8, 2012 01:54 PM | Reply to this comment

Pam replied to Meg Mims...

Meg, that is so sweet. I bet your mom was bubbling with excitement underneath looking forward to seeing the look on your face!

Posted December 8, 2012 02:26 PM | Reply to this comment

Pam said...

Wow, Ginger... that was so touching. I have a lump in my throat

Posted December 8, 2012 02:29 PM | Reply to this comment

Pam replied to Buddy Kane...

Okay Buddy, and they didn't notice...probably thought you didn't want to pay out the $$ for stamps anymore.

Posted December 10, 2012 09:26 AM | Reply to this comment

Danielle said...

My favorite Christmas memories are getting up really early to see all the toys that Santa (aka my mother) left me, making Christmas cookies, hanging out under the Christmas tree and staring at the lights with my cat Shadow, and singing Christmas carols with my family.

Posted December 10, 2012 11:49 AM | Reply to this comment

Jane Squires said...

I have a memory already for this year. I decided my grandchildren needed to get to feel what it is like to give. Their Mama was a burglar and their Dad worked so hard to get them out of that household. They had never had a chance to buy for others. So I took them shopping Sat. I gave them $ 25 each and they put it together to buy gifts for their step-mom, Dad and other granny. They got good sales and even free gift wrapping. Kassandra, my granddaughter, said it felt good to give. Could I do it again next year. Money cannot buy that. Their gifts are so pretty. I can hardly wait to see my daughter, son-in-law and his Mom's face.

Posted December 10, 2012 09:24 PM | Reply to this comment

Jane Squires replied to Jane Squires...

Just so you know - my email is jrs362 at hotmail dot com - saw no place to put that

Posted December 10, 2012 09:26 PM | Reply to this comment

Pam said...

Danielle, Those are the best memories aren't they? Just the simple ones where you feel warm all over just remembering them.

Posted December 11, 2012 08:40 AM | Reply to this comment

Pam said...

Jane, What an excellent idea. I am sure you have created the best memory for them as well. And it's still coming because they will be able to cherish how good it feels when everyone loves their gifts.

Posted December 11, 2012 08:43 AM | Reply to this comment

Heather Files said...

Ginger and Jane, your memories brought a tear to my eye. My memories seem to revolve around decorating the tree. We had a fake tree so the assembly was part of the production. And we always did it to Christmas music-- some multi-album Readers' Digest collections... and John Denver and the Muppets. I had to get the CD because we wore out the vinyl!

Posted December 19, 2012 07:16 PM | Reply to this comment

Pam said...

Heather, Our family has done that too and I continue with the tradition. Although, even though we have a fake tree, sometimes we use a real tree--that is in a pot that can be planted when we are done. :-)

Posted December 20, 2012 08:36 AM | Reply to this comment

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