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| from Karen J.: When I was about 10, my sister, who was 7 was sitting near the Christmas tree drying her hair in front of an oil heater that had a blower on its side. I was doing what all children do, rearranging the ornaments on the tree for about the 500th time when the tree toppled over onto my sister. Our mother came running and uprighted it, saving my sister who was screaming and crying. The tree was anchored a little bit better and my punishment was to redecorate the tree. It was the most fun I ever had because decorating the tree was always done under my mothers direction and this time I got to do it all alone. In my mind it was the most beautifully decorated tree we ever had! Not to mention, my baby brother was sitting there and I was putting on quite a show for him. He of course was most appreciative | ||||||||||||||||
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| another from Karen: My sister, who was 3 yrs. younger than me always talked me into doing thing we weren't suppose to do. She was such a litle "brat". Once, close to Christmas, our parents had to leave the house and go into town for some reason (unusual because they never left us alone while we were growing up). My sister told me that she knew where our Christmas present were hiden and that we should unwrap them to see what we were getting. I protested but in the end I went along with her to my parents bedroom closet and helped unwrap the presents to see what was there. Then we rewraped them and put them back into the closet. Of course now I realize that our parents knew exactly what we had done when they took the gifts from their closet on Christmas Eve. No way did we rewrap them perfectly! But they didn't say a word on Christmas morning as we pretended total suprise while unwrapping our gifts. They just chuckled and smiled at eachother. | ||||||||||||||||
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| from Jim (aka "Cruzer"): HO HO HO friggin HO! I just love all of them. Climbing up into the attic to drag down enough decorations to stock half of Wally-World, putting outside lights up when I swear I'm gonna have frost bite. Ahhhhhhhhhhh yes, the memories. On a more serious note.....I think some of my fondest memories are from recent years. We went to Midnight Mass and my daughter played her violin while my wife sang and my son sang in the choir. And me? I just sat there bursting with pride and feeling the warmth like sitting next to a fireplace. |
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| from Bob (aka the Prince bit of angelandprince): My fondest memory I believe is the Christmas of 2003. It was the Herring's 1st Christmas together. I had some really special ones as a child, but none that gave me the overwhelming feeling that my heart, head and life were really at home. I was always taught that the joy was in giving but I know that what I recieved was far more precious than anything that could be baught or sold. I recieved Cyndi's heart, and for that I will always be so eternally grateful. I got a great son in the bargain, so I believe I have to be one of the most fortunate men on the planet! Having you guys for my family is pretty wonderful in itself! | ||||||||||||||||
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