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2022-12-04 7:37:38 AM  
This one time, at band camp...
 
2022-12-04 8:39:11 AM  
It was the first Christmas Eve that I was old enough to go to Midnight Mass.

We all got bundled up for the long (1/3 mile) walk to the church from the family party. We arrived late, and wound up all the way in the back, up against the radiators, which were nice and warm.

The old pipe organ was supplemented (I learned later) by the music director's cello, so the sound was far richer than usual. The choir was in good voice. The service was the usual Catholic overkill, still in Latin back then.

It was finally time to go back, and being at the rear meant we were among the first to leave.

It had been a snowless season up to then, but we walked out into a perfect Hallmark scene: about 1/2 inch of snow with more falling softly and gently. For the walk back, ours were the first footprints. Magical to a young lad like me.
 
2022-12-04 8:53:59 AM  
I can't think of any one standout event, but my childhood Christmases all blend together into a warm happy blur. Between the decorations, the family gatherings, the Andy Williams records, the cookie making, and the presents, my family was really good at making Christmas magical for a little kid.
 
2022-12-04 9:11:46 AM  
When my then four year old explained to his grandparents that Santa wasn't real. He had two reasons. First, his friend at school didn't get visited by Santa because he's Muslim and it doesn't make sense that Santa wouldn't give good Muslim kids presents. Second, magic wasn't possible except as an emotion like love or happiness.

We always did the "well Santa and all magic is something some people believe is real and some don't, you get to decide for yourself" thing. Stockings in our house were always from Santa. At 5 he decided Santa was real right before Christmas because maybe believing in magic makes it real, but after Christmas he changed his mind again - I think he was just hedging his bets. Just fun to see him work is out.
 
2022-12-04 9:12:17 AM  
Dec 26th 2020. Working from home because of covid lockdown.... I got up & signed in to work & a coworker asked me how my holiday had been.
I hadn't even realized it was christmas... it snuck right by me. I hadnt been in any retail stores or restaurants & hadnt had xmas music shoved down my throat. I hadnt had to put up with a bunch of paper trees & crap plastered on the walls. Hell I was only distantly aware that it was the month of December.
It was like christmas didnt happen at all that year.
Absolutely fantastic.
 
2022-12-04 9:12:24 AM  
We had huge gatherings on Christmas Eve when I was a kid. One of the cousins played guitar, and we sang all the Christmas carols. Uncle Dan had to print lyrics for the twelve days of Christmas or we'd get messed up about how many ladies dancing / lords a leaping / pipers piping.

We certainly knew there were FIIIIIVE GOOOOLDEN RIIIIIIINGS.

We'd break up into groups and each group had a day to sing, but we all sang the rings. Those were good times.
 
2022-12-04 9:14:35 AM  

redbucket: his friend at school


For anyone noticing I said my four year old went to school, oops - I think I have my ages off by a year and he was 5 and 6 respectively in my story lol
 
2022-12-04 9:16:36 AM  
Married 2 years, one infant, planned a Christmas in the mountains with extended family. My parents, her parents, all my siblings, all her siblings including her sisters young kids. It took three cabins but they were close together.

One of the silly things we did was to make some salt & flour christmas ornaments and paint them. It was much like those christmas cookies you make by rolling out dough and using cookie cutters, pine trees, snowmen, santa faces, stars, etc. And people kept those ornaments for years. Everyone had fond memories of that time. I might even still have a few in my attic but I haven't put up a tree in many years.
 
2022-12-04 9:19:28 AM  
Christmas 1980. I had turned 16 earlier in the year with no hope of getting a car. We had a green Chevy wagon and a light blue Pinto. So even when I could drive, I was humiliated. My uncle Tony was in the military and got orders to go overseas. He gave me his 75 Torino. I found out later in life, his intention was to not give me the car (just let me drive it while he was in Korea). But when he gave me the keys, I misunderstood and thought the car was mine. I was so happy and took such good care of it he didn't have the heart to take it back. Great guy that I miss very much.
 
2022-12-04 9:22:20 AM  
My first Christmas by myself.  I bought a stocking and filled it with candy coins and candy canes and Christmasy mints and chocolates and mini bottles of rum and whiskey.  And then I realized that I could enjoy that stuff 365 days a year and didn't need to waste time on holidays.
 
2022-12-04 9:24:09 AM  
Sitting in the dark as a young tike with a lit Christmas tree with old school big blinking lights and getting completely depressed.
 
2022-12-04 9:27:00 AM  
Not sure if it's my favorite, but it's definitely one that sticks out from my childhood. This would have been when I was around 5 or 6, so '79/'80ish. I REALLY liked trucks through my early years. Based on the TV advertisements of the time I knew my life would be complete if I were to obtain a Big Loader Construction Set. I made sure Mom was very aware of this to the point I wasn't allowed to mention it. 

So Christmas Day rolled around. Not only was the much coveted Big Loader Construction Set there under the tree, but it was completely set up mounted to a big piece of pegboard that my grandfather had put together. With that I didn't have to take it apart to put it away it could just be slid under the bed or stored on it's side in the closet. Unlike most toys I had at the time, I kept it fully functional for a good four or five years.
 
2022-12-04 9:28:10 AM  
I don't remember which exactly, but at at least a couple of Passover seders we hade home-made gefilte fish. I remember it being sturdier than store-bought, and sweeter. Plus the really good khrane, the kind that totally clears the sinuses.
From other holidays, my grandmother's latkes and cabbage soup.
 
2022-12-04 9:29:28 AM  
2019 Christmas.

I knew it was going to be my Dad's last. He knew it. We all knew it.

I made the effort to fly half way round the world with my little family (wife and child) and my siblings also made the effort so we were all there.

My Dad was by himself in a big old Victorian house, but when we all turned up, it filled up and felt right warm and festive.

Our kid was well excited by Christmas, so set up a "little party room" to prepare for the "big party room", and the cousins joined in on that. They spent hours decorating the whole house, which hadn't been done since I was in school.

Brother and I did Christmas dinner and it was a massive hit, and we had other friends round for it as well. Dad was beaming, and eating well, which was a good thing. He loved watching my kid do somersaults on a support beam we'd had put him to help him move around the house.

Boxing Day, my siblings went off to watch the local football match (soccer) and my wife and in-laws went shopping with the children. I was left alone with me Dad, and spent an entire afternoon washing sheets and shiat as he had a fe problems.

Boixng day evening was another great dinner. I think me and me brother cooked it again, with him doing the main stuff and me doing veggies (reverse of Christmas).

We all stayed around for a few days after and just enjoyed being a big, extended family again.

Me Dad died about a month later. But I know he enjoyed that last Christmas.
 
2022-12-04 9:30:20 AM  
Dad beating the shiat outta me and as I stumble into bed I hear 'Merry F*cling Christmas'.

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2022-12-04 9:30:44 AM  
I remember that one year when I got my hot wife a puppy and she got me a new truck.
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2022-12-04 9:30:52 AM  
More of a snapshot than a story: It was Christmas in the late 1960's and everybody gathered at my grandparents house. They had 10 children and most of them had kids, so there were 10-15 cousins there.

The house was small and heated with a coal-burning stove in the living room, and it was crowded and hot inside, so the kids went outside to play touch football. We were freezing our butts off, but having fun and then it started snowing. A few flakes at first and then a full on snowstorm. We stopped then game and just ran around trying to catch the flakes on our tongues.

That scene is etched in my memory to this day. Pure joy.
 
2022-12-04 9:37:52 AM  
The first Thanksgiving during covid. Everyone was locked down and there was no family gathering. I stayed home alone, ate chicken fajitas, and watched Mystery Science Theater all day. It was the greatest holiday ever.
 
2022-12-04 9:38:46 AM  
I was too young to remember it for long, but the parents often talked about Mother buying my first bike for a B-day, a bike that Father had to assemble. Mother explained I had to wait for Father to get home and put it together before I could ride. That wasn't his strong suit under the best of circumstances. Much harder for him that when he came in the door unaware after work, I was spontaneously hanging on his leg impatiently saying "RIDE, Daddy, ride." Remained there for most of the night as he fumbled with the project, becoming more and more frustrated with me, Mother, the project... For decades, any time a gift required assembly, one or both of the parents would read the caveat on the box, exclaim "Ride, Daddy, Ride!"  Great fun for them to drone on with it when I got older and the installation of things like electronics fell on my shoulders. To get a call simply saying "Ride, Daddy, ride," recognize they had such a chore for me.
 
2022-12-04 9:43:45 AM  
One Christmas in the 70s, we all got sleds.  They were hollow bodied, thick, blow-molded sleds (like Big Wheels of the time) with two molded seats, two pairs of molded handles and a bulbous front end, like a squashed snowmobile.  They were too small for two people to sit upright on, but the handles and hollow body let you get a running start and dive onto the sled to ride in the prone position without the jarring impact of the thin bottomed sleds that other kids were riding in instead of on. 

For my entire childhood, they were the fastest sleds in the neighborhood.  Every year, kids would bring new sleds to the hill to challenge us, but despite all of the deep scratches on the bottoms, nobody ever beat them.  We would play a cops and robbers game, where we gave everybody a head start and then we would dive on our sleds in pursuit and grab onto a trailing leg or their sled.  When we moved south in 1979, neighborhood kids practically fought over our three sleds at the garage sale.
 
2022-12-04 9:48:34 AM  
I sold a few shares of stock and got my fiancée one of those Peletons for Christmas a few years back. The look on her face was priceless. She looked like she really loved it.

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She still calls me every Christmas. Just to say "Merry Christmas, asshole!"
 
2022-12-04 9:51:56 AM  
My Schwinn Stingray cotton picker bike Christmas. Be all and end all of all Christmas presents.
 
2022-12-04 9:55:01 AM  

Halfabee64: One Christmas in the 70s, we all got sleds.  They were hollow bodied, thick, blow-molded sleds (like Big Wheels of the time) with two molded seats, two pairs of molded handles and a bulbous front end, like a squashed snowmobile.  They were too small for two people to sit upright on, but the handles and hollow body let you get a running start and dive onto the sled to ride in the prone position without the jarring impact of the thin bottomed sleds that other kids were riding in instead of on. 

For my entire childhood, they were the fastest sleds in the neighborhood.  Every year, kids would bring new sleds to the hill to challenge us, but despite all of the deep scratches on the bottoms, nobody ever beat them.  We would play a cops and robbers game, where we gave everybody a head start and then we would dive on our sleds in pursuit and grab onto a trailing leg or their sled.  When we moved south in 1979, neighborhood kids practically fought over our three sleds at the garage sale.


I can't believe I found a picture of one.  They were manufactured for Marx toys for about three years before the company went bankrupt. in 1978.  It's no wonder nobody could find them anymore.  They were sold at Sears and Montgomery Ward.  The word is that they are still out there in use.

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2022-12-04 9:56:50 AM  
My dad's plumbing union was on strike. Things were so tight.
Four kids, 11, 9, 7 and 3.

Folks said they (Santa) could only afford to give us very modest gifts.

3 yo Marc was sleeping. We older kids said that we really needed nothing and to take what they were going to spend on us and buy things for Marc because he was at the stage where the magic of Christmas would have most meaning for him..

Marc woke up to a battery powered flashing lights and motorized yellow school bus, a Tonka dump truck, and wooden blocks. And it was magical. We three older siblings got little gifts (we don't even remember what they were.)

What we do remember is Marc's reaction on Christmas morning. We experienced the antithesis of schadenfreude as we got such joy from his excitement.

BTW, the union gave each family a turkey that year.

We were so blessed and filled with gratitude.
Thanks Mom and Dad.
 
2022-12-04 9:59:36 AM  

yagottabefarkinkiddinme: My Schwinn Stingray cotton picker bike Christmas. Be all and end all of all Christmas presents.


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2022-12-04 10:02:05 AM  

Halfabee64: Halfabee64: One Christmas in the 70s, we all got sleds.  They were hollow bodied, thick, blow-molded sleds (like Big Wheels of the time) with two molded seats, two pairs of molded handles and a bulbous front end, like a squashed snowmobile.  They were too small for two people to sit upright on, but the handles and hollow body let you get a running start and dive onto the sled to ride in the prone position without the jarring impact of the thin bottomed sleds that other kids were riding in instead of on. 

For my entire childhood, they were the fastest sleds in the neighborhood.  Every year, kids would bring new sleds to the hill to challenge us, but despite all of the deep scratches on the bottoms, nobody ever beat them.  We would play a cops and robbers game, where we gave everybody a head start and then we would dive on our sleds in pursuit and grab onto a trailing leg or their sled.  When we moved south in 1979, neighborhood kids practically fought over our three sleds at the garage sale.

I can't believe I found a picture of one.  They were manufactured for Marx toys for about three years before the company went bankrupt. in 1978.  It's no wonder nobody could find them anymore.  They were sold at Sears and Montgomery Ward.  The word is that they are still out there in use.

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They are coming back next year.  If you have kids, GET   THEM   THIS   SLED!

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2022-12-04 10:04:14 AM  
My maternal grandfather's voice was this wonderful southern accented baritone. While he was alive, and he and my grandmother came to our house for Christmas, he would read the Clement Moore poem "A Visit From St. Nicholas" ("'Twas the night before Christmas) just before we went to bed on Christmas Eve.

Second favorite memory was getting our Christmas tree. One of my mother's business associates owned half a mountain in North Georgia. He would have a crowd up for a party on the Saturday after Thanksgiving and people could cut their own trees. There were problems some years (the family station wagon bottomed out on his badly-maintained gravel road and we had to get our exhaust pipe welded in a little town at the bottom of the hill). But it was fun as a kid running around in the woods. One year we heard a loud "boom" from the other side of the hill. After lunch, the owner led a group of us on an exploration. The Revenue Agents had blown up an illegal still.
 
2022-12-04 10:22:27 AM  
The week of Christmas most of my mother's family gathered at my grandparents. My mother especially would be excited to pile everyone in a car or two to go see Christmas lights in a ritzy neighborhood where they had a friendly competition trying to outdo each other with their displays. It was usually probably a very quiet neighborhood, just short of a gated community, but in the Christmas season a steady stream of traffic cruised the neighborhood looking at lights. The lights were very pretty and classy, but cooler was that a few families would be out with tables in the cold serving free coffee, hot chocolate and quality donuts and pastries. Mother overdramatized a lot of things, but she was right that I would never again find refreshments as good as the hot chocolate and donuts served with the true spirit of Christmas and its kindness.

(When we became teens to learn about such things, an uncle and I wondered if the refreshments were drugged. It was the one night of the holiday visit that the adults didn't bicker about something or other.)
 
2022-12-04 10:29:15 AM  
There's a couple that come to mind.

Must have been about 1984? Or there about. Usually Christmas in northern Illinois was pretty cold. But this year it was unusually warm. And in winter that means storms. Yup, Christmas eve severe thunderstorms rolled through and cut the power. We got out the candles and dad got out his nice kerosene caboose railroad lamp and we had Christmas by candle and lantern light. It was fun. The caboose light was so bright the neighbors came over and wondered if we had power.

The other one that comes to mind is Thanksgiving 2018. Mom had passed in February and Dad in August. I spent every other weekend a 7 hour drive away cleaning the house out. My wife came with me over Thanksgiving weekend and we spent most of the time sorting, cleaning, and taking car loads of stuff to the recycling center or the local thrift store. But for Thanksgiving day itself, we bought one of those fully made meals from HyVee, made a fire in the fireplace with the last of dad's firewood, and just ate, sat, and reminisced about mom and dad. It was a nice way to close that chapter.
 
2022-12-04 10:33:11 AM  
Grandma always came over for Christmas Eve which was traditionally a light supper, exchange of family gifts (Santa Gifts came in the morning), going to church for the candlelight service, then, on the way home, driving over to the neighbor a few blocks down who had the big Christmas tree lit up. Not too many did outdoor decorations so Charley Huebner's tree was a big deal. We would have a snack, set up the milk and cookies for Santa, and go to bed.

The memorable one was when I was in 2nd grade, which is when we learned to tell time. Grandma came over and she had a bunch of huge boxes and one tiny box. Each of my 2 brothers had 2 big boxes and I had the one little one. I must have looked devastated because Grandma had quite the twinkle in her eye as she reminded me that "good things come in small packages". When it came time to open gifts, my brothers each got a basketball and a game. I opened mine and it was my first ever actual wristwatch. It was pretty and it was gold colored and it was a Timex. I showed it off to all my friends at church and later when we went back to school.

The toys got played with and eventually broke. The basketballs lasted a little longer but eventually could no longer hold air. I wore that watch (replacing the band occasionally) through high school and college and it finally died a few years into my job. All that time I remembered Grandma and the lessons I learned that day.

1) Size doesn't matter when it comes to gifts
2) Be grateful for any gift you receive
3) Grandma was fair to all her grandchildren
 
2022-12-04 10:36:24 AM  
1989- I was off at my first year in grad school and my sister was studying abroad in Austria so we decided to all fly over to Vienna for the holiday

It turned out to be incredibly stressful for my mom- the week before the trip her parents got into a massive car crash.  Grandma died at the scene and Grandpa was in the hospital in bad shape, so she had to make a decision if she should go- sister was homesick and really, really wanted us there.  Eventually she decided to go and basically drove from the hospital to the plane.

Getting away from everything turned out to be the right idea- we have a lot of fond memories of that trip.  Best couple:

Eating in a really fancy, snobby place for Christmas Eve and sitting next to some tourists from Spain.  They spoke no German and we had no languages in common, so they were pointing to things on the menu to have us explain in animal sounds/pantomime while 100 snooty Austrians stared daggers as us barbarians making mooing and clucking noises

My Dad's a huge classical music/opera fan so we went to the Zentralfriedhof which has the graves of tons of famous composers.  Wandering around I stumbled on Boltzmann's grave by total accident.  My grad work is in statistical mechanics so this was akin to Schroeder from Peanuts randomly finding Beethoven's.

Just wandering around the huge open air Christkindlmarkt in the Rathausplatz in the evening drinking hot chocolate while it was snowing

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2022-12-04 10:40:38 AM  
Well, probably three different memories.

Visiting grandpa's house for Xmas, first time I'd ever seen a green Xmas (we lived in a snowbelt, he lived in wine country).  Typical visit, except my mother kept breaking out into song, specifically "I Wanna Hippopotamus for Christmas".  On and on.  At the most random times.  So, on I think December 23rd, my grandfather (her father) grabbed me and off we went on an "errand".  Said errand ended up being going to Toys 'R Us and finding her a damned Hippopotamus.  And we did, and we wrapped it, and she loved it, and to this day, she still has her Christmas Hippo.

Second, this would be...fark 10-12 years later, my first Xmas visiting Mum and her husband (who became Dad), and once again, we're out on December 23rd looking for gifts.  We're in a Meijers in Michigan, on my first trip to this state, my first time meeting this man, and we're trying to find a single recently restocked gift set of perfume.  Is it in seasonal?  Nope.  Gift sets?  Nope.  Beauty?  Nope.  He's frustrated, and as I quickly learned, did not like asking employees to find things.  If he didn't see it, he went elsewhere.  I finally convinced him to ask someone, we take no more than 5 steps towards the counter, and I glance up.  There's the stupid gift set, 7+ feet off the floor!  Reach up, grab it "Hey, this it?"  It is, off we go.  Learned a lot about him that night, and how similar we were.

Third, last year.  Flew down to visit them, despite COVID, because they needed to see family.  Did the pre-trip isolation, since the old man had no immune system a bunch of other medical issues (diabetes, just fark diabetes).  Got there, had a nice quiet little family Christmas, just me, my mum, and my dad.  Talked about how this year, we'd arrange to bring my idiot sister, her Hitler-fan boyfriend, and their two kids down, and have a big immediate family Xmas at their house and how great it would be to have the quiet one, and then the whole family one this year.

Dad died this Halloween, having never gotten to have the family Xmas in his house that he wanted.  So now it's on me to make sure that those two little ones, as well as Mum, get to have a very happy immediate family Xmas.
 
2022-12-04 10:48:05 AM  
Back in the late 80's a friend of mine was on a teaching assignment in Germany and I forget if we were writing or talking on the phone, but she mentioned how she missed certain foods like Canfield's Ginger Ale.

Of course I took notes and then promptly bought everything she had mentioned, boxed it up and then sent it NEXT DAY AIR via my new FedEx account.  From the USA to GERMANY.

I later heard it arrived on Xmas Eve Day but it need Duty paid on the package and she was broke so she had to get it after XMAS after borrowing money to receive my "present".
 
2022-12-04 11:00:34 AM  
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2022-12-04 11:05:18 AM  
The Extended_Spud Family used to get together on Xmas Eve, way back when we all lived near each other.  Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, neighbors...it would be a big dinner shindig at one of the relatives' house that was big enough to accommodate 30 or so people in one place.   The gathering began in the afternoon, and the dinner would be prepared as a group effort, and we all sat down to a feast.  Laughter, merriment, etc.  All leading up to a gift exchange at the end of the night.

One year, the aunts and uncles and cousins all planned one enormous box for the Grandma_ and Grandpa_Spud, to be filled with dozens of smaller items, mostly to be useful "gag" gifts: a bar of soap, a roll of toilet paper, a bottle of dish detergent, etc.   And each gift was wrapped and placed in the big box, so the grandparents would have to unwrap each one in front of everyone, and the laughter at each item just went on and on.  I remember the phone calls leading up to Xmas Eve and the chatter about "So-and-so is going to put a bottle of Palmolive in the box" and "Uncle Don is putting in some screwdrivers!"  The family had so damn much fun filling that box!  But it was also a gift of love to help the grandparents save their money and not have to buy common items at the grocery store for a while.   I had my Instamatic camera with me and took lots of pictures of Grandma_Spud holding up some of the items and my grandfather laughing.  It was indeed a special get-together and one for the record books!

Grandma_Spud had a heart attack a month or so later and died suddenly, just a few months shy of what would have been 50 years of marriage.  And by the following Xmas, the family had begun to scatter, and Grandpa_Spud didn't feel up to participating in the huge family gathering, so there wasn't one.   And the year after that, Mother_Spud remarried and we moved 1000 miles away.

There never was another big family gathering.   The family just scattered.

I still have the pictures.    And I still get weepy looking at them nearly 50 years later.  But I still remember all the laughter.


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2022-12-04 11:13:12 AM  
When the kids were younger and still at home with me, I made sure to take off every December 26. Everyone else would scatter back to work that day, but the kids and I got to stay in our pajamas and relax and enjoy the toys, books and foods of Christmas.

It was a nice way to reset my children's moods after the hustle and bustle of the holidays. And after a day spent watching my children "enjoy" (fight over) their gifts, I was pretty happy to get back to work the next day.
 
2022-12-04 11:15:05 AM  
Side note: For some truly wholesome xmas entertainment. Check out this 1961 xmas episode of the tonight show with Steve Allen. They actually did the whole thing from his house in CA.. his house that he and his family actually lived in.... his wife & kids are in the thing...  its just about the most homey wholesome 50's thing to ever come out of the 60's
I think you'll particularly enjoy young Steve Allen Jr's impersonation of Steve Allen... that kid had some talent, i wonder whatever ended up happening to him.

Its the bastard child of "A christmas story" and "The Tonight Show"... so of course the Smothers brothers are there too.


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2022-12-04 11:20:45 AM  

Halfabee64: Halfabee64: One Christmas in the 70s, we all got sleds.  They were hollow bodied, thick, blow-molded sleds (like Big Wheels of the time) with two molded seats, two pairs of molded handles and a bulbous front end, like a squashed snowmobile.  They were too small for two people to sit upright on, but the handles and hollow body let you get a running start and dive onto the sled to ride in the prone position without the jarring impact of the thin bottomed sleds that other kids were riding in instead of on. 

For my entire childhood, they were the fastest sleds in the neighborhood.  Every year, kids would bring new sleds to the hill to challenge us, but despite all of the deep scratches on the bottoms, nobody ever beat them.  We would play a cops and robbers game, where we gave everybody a head start and then we would dive on our sleds in pursuit and grab onto a trailing leg or their sled.  When we moved south in 1979, neighborhood kids practically fought over our three sleds at the garage sale.

I can't believe I found a picture of one.  They were manufactured for Marx toys for about three years before the company went bankrupt. in 1978.  It's no wonder nobody could find them anymore.  They were sold at Sears and Montgomery Ward.  The word is that they are still out there in use.

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I actually still have one of them, I think the other was eventually thrown out when the plastic on the bottom wore through. We also used to tie a ski rope to the front and tow them behind a little 12' aluminum boat during the summer, as long as you kept the nose up until you got on a plane it worked, otherwise it would take you right to the bottom.

/One of my fondest memories though of x-mas was waking up once way too early at about 5-6 years old and going out on the couch by the tree, wrapping up in a blanket and falling back asleep by the glow of the lights on the tree.
//I specifically remember we had 3 "bubbler" lights that the heat of the bulb would make bubbles in a long glass tube filled with a colored liquid.
///Actually got a crossman bb gun that year, didn't shoot my eye out.
 
2022-12-04 11:24:39 AM  
My memories blend too, they were all nice, but two stand out:

2004 when it actually snowed in South Texas, being an insomniac I went out walking in it and was the first to leave tracks on it. Snow on palm trees is magical.

The last Christmas with my MIL, her cancer went terminal, we all knew it was her last. She really outdid herself with food (only time I had lobster for Christmas) and gifts. Plenty of laughter and happy memories that holiday. Sadly, it was also last Christmas with my extended family together and my grandfather's last lucid Christmas before dementia took him.
 
2022-12-04 11:32:08 AM  
i guess it would have been '93

i left omaha where i had grown up.  just nothing left to keep me there.  it was October 3rd when i left.

of course, i met a girl a few weeks before i moved.  didn't get involved because i didn't want to stay.  kept in contact with the girl because reasons, most of those reasons involving the phrase 'ludicrously hot'

went back over Thanksgiving and hooked up with said girl.

went back over Christmas break and got ghosted by said girl (she was as crazy as she was hot and sweet tapdancing f&ck was she hot). Spent pretty much the whole week there realizing that 1) Christmas was depressing and 2) that i had left for a good reason and that there was no point in giving myself a reason to come back.

my subsequent visits have been few and far between.  found out via FB that said girl got married and her new husband had cheated during their honeymoon (i assume because she was NUTS)
 
2022-12-04 11:32:48 AM  
Being born in a manger
 
2022-12-04 11:35:44 AM  
*not so much my favorite as most cathartic

favorite would be 2019.in Mexico City with the wife
 
2022-12-04 11:39:54 AM  
I have fond memories of large family gatherings, my father was one of twelve and I'm cousin #14 of 40 something (30 something when I was a kid). The holiday gatherings were organized chaos - and often not that organized.

Mother was one of four and her family is batshiat crazy (grandma and mom both were hospitalized for mental illness, depression, anxiety among other things and my aunt killed herself with alcohol and meds, uncle was a total outcast and his youngest son enjoyed torturing animals and was a huge bully) so I don't have many happy memories from that side or memories at all, really.  Most years there was too much drama and infighting between mom and her siblings that we just didn't go to any events.

/aforementioned cousin once spread a ton of poo all over one of our bathrooms, they never stepped foot in our home again.
 
2022-12-04 11:48:32 AM  
 
2022-12-04 11:49:43 AM  
My favorite holiday memory? I guess it's the people I love still being alive.

Hmmm maybe it's time for an early cocktail.
 
2022-12-04 11:50:21 AM  
When I was a kid, my brothers and I opened up all our presents and were like meh. Then my dad told me to go outside and get more firewood. This was on the back porch. 
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I almost died a few times. Ahh, the 80s.
 
2022-12-04 11:51:38 AM  

yagottabefarkinkiddinme: My Schwinn Stingray cotton picker bike Christmas. Be all and end all of all Christmas presents.


Christmas 1968

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I still have mine. Model pictured is for reference only. Not mine.
 
2022-12-04 11:59:18 AM  
If I had to pick one type, it would probably be the times when the nieces and nephews were smaller where I put together an "Elf Kit". It contained a variety of small hand tools - knives, screwdrivers, wire cutters, etc. - and allowed easy access to and setup of the toys that had just been unwrapped. (Some toy packaging is pure evil.)

The kids got watch Uncle Englebert working his magic, the parents didn't need to assemble anything, and the kids got to play with their toys right away. Everybody won!
 
2022-12-04 12:00:18 PM  
We had Christmas at my parents sometime around 1988 or 89. The three of us were adults and one brother had 2 young children. The other brother was into a serious relationship (eventually marrying her) so was establishing his home 1000 miles away.

For a couple of years, Mom had been working on cleaning out our stuff from her house. One way she did it was: each Christmas she would take a couple of our toys and wrap them and put them under the tree. We would open them, have a laugh, and reminisce about the Christmas or birthday .when we first received them. Well, this year one of the toys she gave to my eldest brother was his old Lincoln Logs set. Another gift under the tree was a new RC car for his son. After gifts and dinner and whatnot, we went down to the family room to lounge, chat, drink, whatever. My 2 brothers started building with the Lincoln Logs, then smashing the building with the RC car. We all laughed, joked, helped, my nephew (the owner of the car his dad and uncle appropriated) giggled and a great time was had by all. I looked over the scene and had a funny feeling this was something that was never going to happen again. The whole family together and enjoying each other's company during a holiday.

Sure enough, it never did. Brother #2 got married and spent Christmas with his family and his wife's family on the East Coast. Brother #1 and his family spent 2 Christmases in France when his work transferred him. Dad passed away which ended any possibility of it happening again.

Things change and life goes on. We are in another transitional period right now. Mom is gone. My brother is a grandfather and his daughter is establishing her own traditions with her family. My only hope is that, as the old spinster auntie, I am still included in some of that.
 
2022-12-04 12:05:27 PM  

yagottabefarkinkiddinme: yagottabefarkinkiddinme: My Schwinn Stingray cotton picker bike Christmas. Be all and end all of all Christmas presents.

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My Schwinn Stingray was awesome! Did all I wanted to do, which was a lot. Same look as that one. What was unique about mine was a "slick" rear tire like a dragsters', and a two speed hub - you shifted gears with a quick backwards flick of the pedals. Tough as nails, that bike. Racked myself on it a couple times, since we liked to try jumps.

Many great memories over the years... multiple Christmas trees in the house at once, driving through classy neighborhoods looking at lights, all the time off of school, and winter sports, especially sledding. I had it great. Our kids have had it pretty good too, but with little of the outdoor charm I enjoyed. Winter pretty much sucks here anymore (see my rants last week).
 
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