free4rms
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Post by free4rms on Dec 20, 2010 8:57:19 GMT -5
I have a soft spot in my heart for tradition sometimes, and I really liked Meta99's story about the visits from Santa. What a great tradition to pass on to another generation. I was at a home once when Santa visited some unsuspecting children, and it was a lot of fun watching their reactions when they got that special visit. And the cop who let Santa resume his rounds should have gotten an extra goodie in his stocking that year. So, meta99, pm me with your address and the prize will be on it's way. Since Christmas centers largely around children, I thought the prize today should go to the person who has the best story about children around Christmas. There must be a million possible entries in this contest, anything from visits to Santa, opening presents, cute sayings, anything you think fits the category. The prize for today will be this white plume agate pendant with a gold-filled post and ring.  Now, give me your best story! Vance |
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adrian65
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Post by adrian65 on Dec 20, 2010 14:11:05 GMT -5
Oh, what a nice theme! Unfortunately the words cannot describe the priceless look on the face of the kids when they see Santa with the sack of toys. I remember Ioana at the kindergarden and Santa coming there to their show, spreading presents to all the kids. Thank you for being our Santa, Vance!  Adrian |
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Post by sitnwrap on Dec 20, 2010 14:16:11 GMT -5
That was a great story. Congrats Meta99. It's fun reading all of the stories while counting down to Christmas.
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meta99
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Post by meta99 on Dec 20, 2010 17:30:06 GMT -5
Oh! Wow! I won! I don't usually win anything and those freeforms are beautiful. Thanks so much.
My children and Christmas story has to do with Christmas stockings. It was always the tradition in my home that, for the most part, no one could do anything Christmas morning until everyone was up. However....the stockings were fair game as soon as we woke up! We continued that tradition with our kids.
Trying to be a good mom, I limited the junk food our kids had routinely, but Santa had "other ideas"!!! My kids had a real thing for Poptarts, so Santa always left a box next to each stocking. So, when our kids got up (and unceremoniously woke us up), they would rush for the Poptarts! My husband and I would drag ourselves to the kitchen to make coffee. As the kids got old enough to heat their own Poptarts in the toaster, they prided themselves on "making breakfast" for Mom and Dad. What a great nutritional Christmas morning meal (dripping with sarcasm), but served with a large side of LOVE.
Jump ahead a few years...the kids are in college now, they don't wake up until long after us old folks are up, but they still come down for their Poptarts. I forgot to pick some up on my last grocery run, so I'll definitely have to go get some before they get home.
Thanks again, Vance, for the prize and for the contest...it is so nice to reflect on memories this time of year...
Sue
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marinedad
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Post by marinedad on Dec 20, 2010 17:40:12 GMT -5
we have a family tradition of making a day to cut our christmas tree down. it was in the early eighties when my son was a few years old we put the tree up a few weeks before christmas. matt was really asking santa for a dukes of hazzard car, as that was his favorite, he loved that show. well santa came and went christmas eve and low and behold santa came thru and made him the happiest kid in town. my wife was making breakfast, i was tending to our daughter, matt was playing with all of his "dukes" stuff when all of a sudden he started screaming. of course we all went to see what he was screaming about, well there must have been a spider inside the tree that just been the proud parent of thousands of offspring. there were tiny spiders crawling all over the gifts, including his "dukes" stuff, it took a long time to get over it but he did. now he is a sargeant in the marine corps at camp pendleton. merry christmas to all.
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free4rms
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Post by free4rms on Dec 20, 2010 17:52:52 GMT -5
I am enjoying the contest,too, since it also brings up memories for me. Although I won't win a prize, I will share a couple of stories of my own with you. Many years ago, when I was about six years old, my father was stationed at the Navy embassy in Tiawan (then called Formosa) and we lived there for three years. The Tiawanese people only had one radio station which only played "music" that an oriental person could appreciate. But, just to be nice, they would play maybe one song a day for the Americans on the island to enjoy. One song I remember listening to was Rudolph the Red Nosed Raindeer. I really enjoyed hearing it, even though it was in the middle of June. It seems no one at the station had a clue what the song was about! Later, when we left the island and headed back to the States, my grandparents were eagerly awaiting our return after our three year absence. When we finally arrived, can you imagine how happy my sister (two years older than me) and I were to see a fully decorated Christmas tree in the den, with loads of presents underneath. We didn't care that it was the middle of May, we were just thrilled that we had a chance to experience a full blown "Christmas" with our grandparents. By the way, in the little town where they lived, the "Christmas in May" made it into the tiny, local newspaper.
I hope you enjoyed my walk down memory lane. Now someone else jump in here and tell some more "children" stories!
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Post by Donnie's Rocky Treasures on Dec 20, 2010 19:49:24 GMT -5
Thank you, Vance for this very fun contest! I see you liked the beans story. That stayed alive & active for a very long time. Just a little story from when I was a kid. I already won, but I'll tell it anyway. There were six of us kids; 5 girls 1 boy, he was the youngest. Every year my Mom & Dad would play Santa Clause & sneak around putting presents under the tree the night before Christmas. This worked very well for quite a few years until one night we woke up & caught them. The jig was up after that! We caught them playing tooth fairy too!
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amyk
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Post by amyk on Dec 20, 2010 20:51:20 GMT -5
One year when my youngest son was 6 The family had gathered for Christmas dinner. We hadn't gotten together for Thanksgiving that year so we all decided to say what we had been thankful for during the year at Christmas dinner instead. We went around the table one by one. When it was my Sister's husband and father of 2's turn, he said he was thankful for 2 very wonderful kids. My son leaned over to me and whispered, "I think I am one of them but I don't know who the other one is." Of course everyone heard him, and he didn't know why we were laughing.
When my oldest son was in kindergarten, we had a very magical Christmas. I was living in Salt Lake City at the time and we had our very first white Christmas. It was beautiful, and somehow everything about the season was going just perfectly. we even got a fresh blanket of snow on Christmas eve. Everything was great until we got up to open presents. My son woke up sick with the flu. He had a fever and the whole 9 yards. He got up and came into the living room at the coaxing of his older sister. Then she came to get me. We went to the living room to find him asleep on the sofa curled up in a ball. His sister, 7, gave him his presents one by one from under the tree. He ignored them. It was so sad, a 5 year who didn't even want to open his presents. The magic of a perfect Christmas was gone when I looked at him sitting next to a pile of presents with no interest in opening them. He did finally open them later that evening when he started to feel better.
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