They knew it was us but it is still a great memory. My mom talked to my brothers and me and we put together a basket of gifts and food for them. One year a friend of my mom’s husband had lost his job and they were scraping to put food on the table with no $$ for gifts. It was the generosity of another, given to them when they were in need, that gave them a life long memory. On the other end of this was the responders who mentioned someone giving to them to be one of their lasting memories. That joyful feeling you get when you give to others is a memory that sticks with you. Multiple responses were centered around an act of giving. I would sit next to him on the chair and watch the twinkling christmas lights and we would sing happy birthday together. He is 8 years older than me. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere – ArabahĬhristmas is my brothers birthday I remember waking up super early and my brother would already be out in the living room. It was the only time I ever saw my extended family and we did a gift exchange. Going to my grandparent’s house on Christmas Day for Christmas lunch. It’s THE only time I ever remember playing with my grandfather. My grandfather sat in the floor with me at their house and played with a racecar track and set that Santa brought me. My parents and grandmother were still asleep. I woke up at an insane hour at my grandparents house. It’s baking cookies with mom, eating lunch at Grandpa and Grandma’s house, and having special play time with cousins and siblings. It’s the people we care about that make the holidays so special. It’s not just the fun things we do that make Christmas memories – it’s the people we do them with. Whether it was the cozy feeling of just your family on Christmas morning or the fun craziness of getting to see your extended family – being with family was the number one commonality in the responses I received. While reading through the responses I received, four trends stuck out to me. What did people think of first as they reflected back upon their childhood Christmases? I’ll give you one clue – it definitely wasn’t the gifts they received.
– Scottĭid you notice a theme? There are many more responses with lovely answers just like these. My mom transforming our home with her decorations, getting to set up the carolers on the church steps, getting a baby CHRISTmas tree when I was 5 and going to my Grandparents with ALL the family there. Mom’s secret numbered gift list, no one knew which gifts were theirs (5 siblings), we took turns opening after reading the record of Jesus’ birth. Taking turns with siblings opening little gifts each night of advent. – HeatherĬaroling to shut-ins around our rural area with church group. Waking up early a few days before Christmas and sitting next to the tree with my sister, whispering about how excited we were. batches and batches … all types … and then spending weeks eating them … – Elizabethĭecorating the tree while watching Charlie Brown Christmas and drinking hot chocolate (a tradition my kids also look forward to and love!) – Holly
My whole family making christmas cookies. They saw us do this at least 40 times in the 90s. We practiced in front of my aunts and uncles before performing in front of my aunts and uncles. Putting on a Christmas play with my siblings/cousins. The results were amazing, heartwarming, and even a little tear inducing. I asked 60 people from varying walks of life this simple question. Want to know the answers I found? It might surprise you!
What was your favorite Christmas memory from childhood? As I pondered this it got me thinking and it led me to wonder what others thought as they looked back on their childhood Christmases. Yes, gifts were always a part of Christmas, but when I looked back those were not my biggest or most favorite memories. It brought back fond memories of setting up the Christmas tree with the toy train buzzing around it, wrapping presents for the family, and watching Christmas movies in our new jammies. I was transported back to my own small hands dipping pretzels and sprinkling on the red and green sprinkles. This year as I made chocolate covered pretzels with my four year old son, memories of my own childhood Christmases came flooding back to me.
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