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| submitted by Karl aka Sheepy: My favourite memory of Christmas was when I was around 5 or 6 years of age. I still think of it after all this time and it is as vivid to me now as it was back then. Being an only child (and handsome with it) I lived with my Mother and Father in a very small terraced house in Neath S. Wales UK. My Father, (as I do now) always use to make the occasion a little bit more special be it a Birthday or Christmas. Well you can picture the scene, Christmas eve and a small boy getting ready for bed...I set out the traditional milk and cookies for Santa and Rudolf and then I was off to bed. I'm not sure if it's a tradition outside of Wales but we never use to put up Christmas stockings at the end of our beds but instead used pillow cases so we could get more into them. I also remember making my Mother promise me that she wouldn't let Santa come right into my room while I was asleep. The next morning I woke and then gave the now famous cry "HE'S BEEN!". The sight of that pillow case full to over flowing was a sight to caputre any kids imagination. By the way, we are talking about 1965 or 66 so the raditional apples, oranges and chocolates in the stockings (or pillow cases) were still quite main presents back then. Then it was off down the stairs to see what he had left me. As I was looking at my new presents came the call from my Father in the old small kitchenette. The sight which was to behold me has stayed with ever since. Of course the milk and cookies had been consumed. The thought of Santa actually standing in my house was amazing and I was transfixed for what seemed to be ages until I had the second call from outside. I remember walking out in my Jim Jams and looking up to where my Father was pointing. I could see two tracks in the snow on the roof of the kitchenette where Santa's sleigh had landed. Then we noticed the 6ft. wall between us and next door where he had placed pieces of bright red wool and cotton to show where Santa had climbed over it and snagged his pants (trousers). To round it off he had brought some horse s**t home and placed it in the yard to show where the reindeer had been. I hope you like my story which as you can imagine has stayed with me for a long time. I am 34 now (he's lying folks)...I also did the same for my kids as they grew up and I remember overhearing them telling their friends about the bright red wool on the fence where the Big Man in the red suit had climbed over. |
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| from Sharon W.: I can't give you a beautiful story or special memory. They were all special because I had parents who made them so. I think that continued with my own daughters and is continuing with my grandchildren. I do remember one funny Christmas time, my sister Dana pulled the Christmas tree (a cedar cut from a field by my father) over on herself, not once but twice! My father left the house and came back with a hammer and a big spike nail and nailed the tree stand to the floor! I will never forget the look on my mothers face. | ||||||||||||||
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