Whats your favorite holiday memory
What’s your favorite holiday memory? Share your story and join the Borghese family in their home November 18 at 9AM. The family’s favorite answer will win a $500 gift card!
My favorite Christmas memories are from my childhood, when all 5 of us kids still lived with Mom and Dad. We came from a working class family, with Dad working in an industrial type factory; and Mom at home with us.
Each season, 3 months or so before Christmas, she would take a job at a local department store warehouse, to make extra money to buy us all nice gifts. Because of that, Christmas was bountiful with gifts, and great food.
Each Christmas morning, after Church, breakfast, and dishes were done… (Just agonizing to wait through, but building the anticipation so much), we would gather in the living room.
Mom, played Santa. She’d hand out one gift at a time All of us were required to pay attention to the one person opening their gift, and experiencing their joy. Then and only then, would the next person get a gift to open. With the same rules appylying around the room, until the last gift was opened.
Needless to say, this made the Christmas joy last for HOURS, and we LOVED it.
To this day, I cannot open a gift, while someone else is opening a gift. I want to share the joy with them. Of course my husband and son, think I’m nuts! I end up with most all my gifts sitting next to me, unopened, until they are done. But the joy of giving a gift and sharing the other persons joy to me, is still so special.
So thank you, Mom & Dad, wish you were both still here.
My favorite memory was when I was little. We never had much money but my mom and dad always managed to get us something special . My favorite was a little piano when I was 6 years old. It took all they had to make my Christmas special and I’ll never forget that. 50+ years later and it still brings back my Christmas spirit when I think of it.
My favorite memory is that sense of imense anticipation of joy, peace and happiness that Christmas Hoiday brought. My mom cooking in the kitchen, my dad singing and helping me decorate the tree (because at that time we would put up the tree on Cristmas eve) was something that I looked forward every year.
One year my aunt came to celebrate Christmas with us and me and my cousin -we were still beliving that Santa is real – decided to stay up and watch Santa when he comes with the long waited gifts.We found a place to hide behind a sofa…and… we fell asleep waiting!
When we woke up later that night the gifts were under the tree!
The plan for the following year was to hide again but to take a nap during the day to last all night.
It was Dec. 1971..back then people counted the months from when you married to when the baby was due..I was “safe” we were married Jan. 1971.LOL
It was our first year married..I was expecting our first child..due Dec.29th.. I “tried” to decorate our first Christmas tree..I was so “round” at that point..I sat on the floor and cried because I couldn’t get close enough to the tree..then I cried harder because I couldn’t get up off the floor myself!..Our family always put up the tree between my birthday and my Sister’s( 4 days apart)..There were at least 10 family members born in Dec.There was never a birthday cake with one name on it!
On Christmas Eve..I went into labor..The doctor said go about your normal things to do.I went over to help my Grandma and Grandpa with the Italian Christmas Eve Fish Feast for 30 people..My Granfather kept watching me ..like I was going to have the baby in his chair!.After all this was the first Grandchild and Great Grandchild in the family..
Needless to say I was getting a little cranky by dinner time(the doctor told me not to eat anything heavy)..My husband and I went home..across the street..My Parents waited by that front window to see if and when we left for the hospital.
Our Son was born on Christmas morning..the nurses put him in a Christmas Stocking..At that time no cameras were allowed..Since it was Christmas Day..the hospital photographer was not working.
All the family showed up at the hospital..My Grandparents..brought my that Christmas Eve Fish Feast that I missed!!!
Our son always hated that Christmas is his birthday..the kid was spoiled rotten..LOL..To this day everything is wrapped in Christmas and Birthday paper..and his Birthday cake CAN NOT have red or green on it( my rules!)
He was once punished at school when he was about 6 yrs. old..he told the Nun that he was the “Baby Jesus” because he was born on Christmas morning!!..Needless to say I did go give that Nun a good talking to..after all the kid was 6 !
That was the most wonderful Christmas ever!!! To this day he hates that his Birthday is on Christmas!
MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY MEMORY: Was Christmas 1998. We had lost our son in September due to a car accident, he was 16. This was our first Christmas without him. Everyone was devastated. My entire family was at my house and my sweet husband told everyone he had something special planned. No one knew what. Later that cold cloudy day a beautiful white limo all decorated in Christmas colors and theme drove up in my driveway. He then instructs us all to load up. In the limo was drinks and music. We drive off unknown to our destiny. As we all look out of limo window, we arrive at the cemetery. He had had a red canopy set-up over grave with chairs and more music (Christmas and our son’s favorite songs) playing. As we all set down, our Priest was there saying a few words (about our son and prayers). Then we all got a chance to say whatever came to mind. Then this truck drives up w/a bunch of balloons and a big box. Later, my husband hands each of us a balloon and wants us to write down whatever we want and tie our thoughts to the balloon. Moments passed, then he instructed all of us at the same time to release them and he will open box to complete our journey. When he opened the box there was 16 beautiful white doves released to our son. So at the same time, balloons w/white doves went upward towards HEAVEN. This was the MOST BEAUTIFUL, MEMORABLE Christmas I will always remember.
Our family used to always attend church on Christmas Eve. When I was 5 I remember all of us walking together the 3 blocks to church. It had started snowing during the service so the walk back home was especially beautiful that year. When we all got in the house to my surprise I could hear Santa and his reindeer departing from the roof. My Dad had arranged that to my delight. My Dad died the following March and every year I remember the magical beauty of that night and how much I love my Dad and making Christmas special to others as he had done for me.
My favorite Holiday memory was taking my 2-year old daughter to Disneyland and enjoying the thrill of it for the first time for both of us! I had never seen so many Christmas decorations on a tree and throughtout the park. I had never experienced the many fireworks and music that permeated the fantasy that I had only imagined as a little girl! To this day, I still remember the smiles and giggles from my 2-year old, as well as mine.
Happy Hoidays to you and your family. May all your memories be happy! :heart::womanvery-happy:
Christmas Eve 1971… the night the love-of-my-life proposed to me. He gave me the most beautiful diamond engagement ring with two pink sapphire hearts on either side. It was the happiest Christmas I have ever had.
I remember the Christmas back when I was 16 & had my first car.
My car was parked in the driveway, and my Mom’s car was parked behind mine. My 20 yr. old sister’s car was parked on the rocks to the right of the driveway.
I wanted to get out & didn’t want to bother moving my Mom’s car. I thought I could just drive to the left through the grass to get out.
I started to drive to the left, but had to back up to get out. In the process, I smashed in the side of my sister’s car. (It didn’t hurt my car.) I was shocked. I pulled through the yard & parked on the street.
My sister & I were headed to church. I was scared to tell her. She came out & didn’t notice her car. We went to Christmas Eve. service. When we got back, she looked over & saw her smashed car. She was going to blame my Mom’s boyfriend. I finally had to admit I did it.
She held her breath & calmly told me to go inside, that she’d be in, in a few minutes. I was shaking in my boots.
When she came in, I told her I was so sorry! She calmly said, “It’s ok.”
That’s the Christmas I really tested my sister’s holiday spirit!
I was naughty & she was nice. 🙂
Mine has to be waking up when I was a kid and getting a new gaming console. My brother and I would spend the rest of Christmas (and any vacation) playing all of the coolest new games. Nowadays I’m surprised kids can tell the difference between a game and real life with how good the graphics have gotten!
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11.15.16 7:35 PM