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| submitted by Dave aka MrLogical: When my kids were young I didn't agree with the concept of having the kids "open" their presents and then rush out the door to visit people....so I started my own tradition (like that would surprise anyone who knew me).......everyone / anyone was welcome at our house at 6:00 Christmas morning. At 7:00 my kids were allowed to open their gifts. After the kids were done, some adults exchanged gifts. Then I made breakfast for everyone. By noon everyone was gone. As my kids grew older....my younger sister had 2 girls and continued the tradition at her house and as her kids grew my daughter picked up the tradition with my grandsons. So something that I started 30+ years ago continues to exists today (with some variations). |
| submitted by Carol: Memories of Christmas past include Santa Clause. As a child I can remember taking drives on Christmas eve to look at lights and upon our return home, Santa Clause had come! At the age of 6 I questioned why Dad always forgot his cigarettes and why, while we sat in the car waiting, he would return to the house before we took our annual Christmas Eve drive. |
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| submitted by Autumn aka Scoob: Probably my favorite and also one of my first Christmas memories would be "many" years ago. I was at my grandparents house when mom took me up to my grandpa's bedroom to read me "The Three Little Pigs". Towards the end of the story, I heard a big, deep HO! HO! HO!. I ran down the stairway into the living room to find the whole room full of presents, but two stuck out more than any of the others, a red "Strawberry Shortcake" bike and a big brown doll buggie. I played with the buggie endlessly for years and every spring, fall and summer weekend I would ride my bike at my grandparents. I STILL have that bike. |