Childhood Christmas Memories

RevDWW · #1 12-20-2008, 12:55 PM

Share some of your Christmas memories with us.

One year we went to Lawton, Oklahoma to have Christmas with my Dad's brother and his family. I was probably 5 or 6 years old. It was cold and there was snow on the ground. My first white Christmas as we lived on the Texas Gulf Coast. I remember getting lots of great presents that year, but the best was a toy rifle that had a cork on a string in the end of the barrel and it would POP out when you pulled the trigger.

My Aunt made a batch of peanut brittle (no she was not Pentecostal..lol). My uncle told me he was going to set it on the back porch to let it cool, and that I was to guard it because bears might come and get it. They pulled a stool up to the back door so I could see out the window. I sat with my pop gun watching for bears and low and behold if one didn't sneak up and start away with the peanut brittle. I jump off the chair hollering "Bear, Bear" and yanked open the back door and went to chasing it. It made it around the corner of the house heading to the front yard as I came out the door. Then it disappeared before I could catch up. I went back in the back door telling them all about the bear and how it got the candy. They were laughing and telling me how brave I was. Then I noticed my Uncle Tom come in from the front room with a dark woolly sweater, a grin, and a pan of peanut brittle.

That was about forty years ago but I can see it clear and sharp in my minds eye. Uncle Tom passed away several years ago, my Dad this year, but it sure helps to remember those great times.

rgcraig · #2 12-20-2008, 01:24 PM

That is the coolest story!

RevDWW · #3 12-20-2008, 02:00 PM

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Originally Posted by rgcraig

That is the coolest story!

Thank you, but don't you have any to add?

14 views and no other stories?????? What's up with that?

Cindy · #4 12-20-2008, 04:19 PM

I don't think anyone can outdo yours Rev.

RevDWW · #5 12-20-2008, 04:26 PM

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Originally Posted by Cindy

I don't think anyone can outdo yours Rev.

It's not a matter of outdoing.......it's just sharing.......

Sam · #6 12-20-2008, 04:32 PM

As far back as I can remember, we've always had good Christmases.
We always received gifts.
Nothing seems to leap out of my memory right now but somehow we always had good Christmases.

RevDWW · #7 12-20-2008, 04:52 PM

My Dad worked a blue collar job all his life at an oil refinery. We never had elaborate Christmas' but we sure never went without. I remember getting lots of Tonka trucks and cars over the years. They were supposed to be virtually indestructible. But not when my cousins Joey and Danny got ahold of them. It was a good thing I got the Tonka wrecker.......

Sherri · #8 12-20-2008, 04:56 PM

When I was about four and my sister was six, before Scott was ever even thought of..............we were very poor. My dad was a mechanic back then and mom stayed home with us. For Christmas that year, they bought us some cheap baby dolls and my mom stayed up night after night (after we were asleep) sewing clothes for the dolls. She didn't even like to sew at all - it has always made her nervous. But she did it as a labor of love and I actually still have some of the clothes today. The doll died many years ago. LOL!

RevDWW · #9 12-20-2008, 05:00 PM

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Originally Posted by Sherri

When I was about four and my sister was six, before Scott was ever even thought of..............we were very poor. My dad was a mechanic back then and mom stayed home with us. For Christmas that year, they bought us some cheap baby dolls and my mom stayed up night after night (after we were asleep) sewing clothes for the dolls. She didn't even like to sew at all - it has always made her nervous. But she did it as a labor of love and I actually still have some of the clothes today. The doll died many years ago. LOL!

Money just can't buy that kind of heart produced present!

Pressing-On · #10 12-20-2008, 05:01 PM

I remember wanting a new bicycle sooooo bad! One Christmas we had opened all of our gifts and I didn't get the bike. I was so sad!

We normally would eat breakfast after we opened gifts. My mother told me that she wanted me to put a load of clothes in the washing machine before breakfast.

I went into the laundry room and a huge sheet was spread out over the washer. I removed it so I could put a load in and - THERE WAS MY BICYCLE - A BEAUTIFUL BLUE BICYCLE!!!

I jumped up and down clapping my hands.

My mother always had a special poem or a riddle that led you to your gifts or she would use something like the sheet - but she would always come up with something. I wasn't expecting it that day!!!