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Memories of Christmas

  1. RJ Schwartz profile image94
    RJ Schwartzposted 11 months ago

    With the Christmas holiday in our sights, snow falling, and children on vacation, it's time for everyone to take a collective break from the day to day grind.  I know many of us disagree politically, ideologically, and even religiously, but I bet we can put all those things aside for a few days and talk about something happy.

    What is your fondest Christmas memory?  I remember being a young lad about 10 years old, back in the days of hand me downs, macaroni and cheese and hot dogs, when my parents were struggling just to make ends meet.  They were married on the same night they graduated from High School with a baby on the way.  My dad worked two jobs and was going to night school to get a college degree for most of my youth, so I didn't see him much, but I'm not complaining.  That Christmas, I remember coming downstairs in a flurry as most kids do on Christmas morning and there in front of the tree were brand new bicycles for me and my older brother.  I'm sure the cost came close to breaking the bank, but the look on my parents face at how happy the two of us were, was nothing short of priceless.  So much that I still remember that day every year when my own children open their gifts.  I rode that bike until the tires fell off but never forgot the story behind it and the sacrifices I'm sure my folks made to give them to us.

    My sincerest wish to everyone on HP is to have a holiday season that makes lasting memories.  If you're Christian, then Merry Christmas, If you're pagan, then enjoy Yule, if you are Jewish, then Happy Hanukkah, and if you follow another pathway, then Good Tidings to You! 
    I toast to your health, your wealth, and your happiness!

  2. wilderness profile image98
    wildernessposted 11 months ago

    Christmas is a very special time for I and my family.  We'll have 3 families together for the day and anticipate a wonderful time with our children and grandchildren. 

    Favorite memory - it has to be the time I was helping in the Salvation Army toy store, giving toys to the poorer that would otherwise have none.  Many patrons were surly and unhappy, it was not a pleasant place to spend the day.  But one mother and young daughter came in, received their bag and carefully went down the aisle choosing toys for siblings (most just scooped until the bag was full, getting "their share").  As they left the little girl stopped dead, handed her special doll to her Mom and dashed back towards me, pigtails flying.  Scared to death, she nonetheless gave me a kiss on the cheek, whispered "Thank you so much!" and ran back to Mom.  It made the entire day worthwhile and I still remember that incident from 4 decades ago.

    And Good Tidings to you, too, Ralph in this joyous season.  May your new year be better than the old one, however great it might have been.

    1. RJ Schwartz profile image94
      RJ Schwartzposted 11 months agoin reply to this

      Great story - amazing how a small child can have a lifelong impact on us adults.  Merry Christmas and thanks for sharing!

  3. colorfulone profile image86
    colorfuloneposted 11 months ago

    Dad worked two jobs many times to provide for our needs, and some of our wishes always came true for Christmas.  As a little girl, I remember going through the Sears and Roebuck catalog each year and being able to point out to Mom what I would like for Christmas, respectfully in moderation.  Lo and behold, they manifested under the tree! ... and the milk and cookies we set out for Santa by the chimney were gone.  (I never figured out how Santa got those presents through the 12" by 12" clean out opening in that chimney, it must have been magical.)   

    One year Santa came to our house for Christmas to bring presents.  I was peeking out from behind Dad's chair afraid to come out, in photos.  I don't remember that well, but I can see the proof.   

    I remember making snow angels in the snow, believing that God would send angels our way for a blessed Christmas. 

    What a sweet thread topic.  I'm sitting here with a big smile on my face, remembering. 

    Merry Christmas to everyone, and God bless! 
    (I'm not politically correct.)

    1. RJ Schwartz profile image94
      RJ Schwartzposted 11 months agoin reply to this

      Sounds like you had wonderful parents who truly cared about making Christmas special for you.  Thanks for sharing and Merry Christmas!

  4. Live to Learn profile image79
    Live to Learnposted 11 months ago

    Well, when we were kids dad would put the lights on the tree and then he and mom would sit down and pass out the ornaments for us to put on. We each could have one special ornament only we could put on the tree. We were rather poor at first so there wasn't anything super special to chose from. I had a scruffy little chicken ornament. It was probably just something the older kids didn't want but I put that on that tree for the entire time I was growing up. Even after we became somewhat affluent and mom bought fancier stuff I always looked for that scruffy chicken when the tree came in and the boxes came out of the attic.

    1. RJ Schwartz profile image94
      RJ Schwartzposted 11 months agoin reply to this

      I bet somewhere you still have that old chicken ornament right?  I had a similar favorite ornament as a child - it was two hummingbirds, with long beaks, tucked up beside one another in an almost perfect match.  It didn't even seem Christmas-like, but it appealed to me for some reason.  Now almost 40 years later, I still hang those hummingbirds on our family tree each year - my kids treat that ornament with a special type of reverence as they know its my favorite and my wife obtained a small lined velvet box to store it in.  Merry Christmas and thanks for sharing!

  5. PhoenixV profile image79
    PhoenixVposted 11 months ago

    I remember having goulash. The first night it had meat and tomato. The next night it had just macaroni and tomato, possibly catsup. The next night it was just macaroni. I remember a slice of bread with margarine was kind of an extra. But dad somehow built a big house, started a business him and my mother worked at for years. By the school years I felt we were well off compared to other families and I felt sad and grateful at the same time. I remember the Christmas I got my first bike. It was red as an apple and could ramp over a small tree with a 1/4 stretch to get the speed up. I have a fake tooth up front to prove it. Merry Christmas to you and your family Mr. Schwartz and thank you and everyone else too

    1. RJ Schwartz profile image94
      RJ Schwartzposted 11 months agoin reply to this

      Great story...hopefully the family dentist saw the "boy" in you to understand the missing tooth!  Merry Christmas and thanks for your input in the many different discussions we've both been part of over this past year!

 
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