Being a Christian in today's world is very hard. But do not let that scare you, anything worthwhile is worth working for. Being a Christian can be hard but it can also be fun. That is my objective, through my own stories, stories of my friends and a lot of plagiarism (Just kidding, only a little plagiarism.), I am going to show that you can be a Christian and still have fun!

the most wasted of all days is one without
laughter - e e cummings

Thursday, December 22, 2005

  Christmas memories anyone?

What is your oldest Christmas memory? What I mean is, can you remember back to your fourth or fifth Christmas? I was thinking the other day about some of my Christmas childhood memories. One of my favorites was every year the local fire house would open their doors to all the neighborhood kids. They would have Santa, some sort of Christmas movie, drawings for gifts. (I remember winning a box of chocolate covered cherries one time.) It was a pretty neat little affair. I also remember that while me and my brother were at the firehouse, my mom and grandmother and a few other people would be at home making homemade sugar and chocolate-chip cookies. The only thing I did not like about it was my mom would not let us eat any of them. They always had to count every cookie! Which didn't make much sense to me. After all the cooking and counting was finished, THEN we could have a few cookies.

I remember watching Charlie Brown's Christmas, The Grinch who Stole Christmas, Rudolph,
The Little Drummer Boy (my favorite), and Frosty the Snowman. That was pretty much it. No computer generated cartoons. Just the classics. Of course they weren't classics back then.

I remember have a birthday cake with a santa and some reindeer on it. My birth day is Dec. 24.

I remember my mom and dad building a Christmas village under the Christmas tree. It came with everything from a train to houses with lights to a blue mirror that looked like a lake.

I remember me and my brother going up to our room and not being able to sleep. But then, I remember me and him waking up at 4 and trying to wake up our parents, who would promptly tell us to go back to bed and not go down stairs. (I ALWAYS went downstairs and came back up and told my brother what I saw under the tree.) Then we would get up at 5 and do it all over again. Then we would get up at six and try one more time. We wouldn't get up at 7 because mom and dad had tied us to the bed. No wait they never did that. (That's what I do with my kids!) Growing up we didn't have much money but I do remember my parents always made sure we had a great Christmas!

I hope that I do as good a job as my parents did when I was growing up and give my sons wonderful memories like the ones I have. Now it's your turn. Any Christmas memories you would like to share? I would love to hear them.

God bless and Merry Christmas,
Joe B

Christmas memories anyone?


At 8:31 AM, Blogger Aunt Jo said...

I remember the Christmas I was five years old. My mother told me that if I woke up early and peeked in the living room at the presents before they got up they would DISAPPEAR!! Of course I woke up early and had to test the theory. I tiptoed down the hall to the doorway of the living room. Did I want to risk it? What if Mom was right? What if she found out that I was the one that made them all disappear???? My heart was pounding in my chest. I peered around the door jam.....opened my eyes......and saw a SUNSHINE FAMILY!!!! (it was 1974) I waited a moment and peeked again...yep still there..whew. Went back to bed and waited for the festivities to begin. I still have the baby that came with that family. She is very small and her clothes are tattered and torn. :o)

At 9:50 AM, Blogger Orikinla Osinachi. said...

Your post made me cry.
Because, it reminded me of my beloved parents.
The best Christmas times were in my childhood when my parents were very much alive and well. And since they died I miss those Christmas times from 1970 to 1982.

Merry Christmas and God bless.

At 9:55 AM, Blogger Dirty Butter said...

I've been posting about Christmas memories on our blogs, too! Thanks for sharing your memories. I think I can remember distinctly back to six years old, and I wish I could remember farther back than that! Of course, that was well over fifty years ago for me.

At 10:57 AM, Blogger Juliet said...

Well I suppose a Happy Birthday is in order. So..Happy Birthday!! Christmas memories? Hmmm...there was the Christmas I found out Santa wasn't real. I heard a noise in the hall and found my dad lugging black garbage bags filled with toys into the living room. Not what I expected Santa to look like. But when I got my God-given parents the thing I remember the most is mom making a huge breakfast and family members just popping in for a bite and then moving on to their other things to do. I have kept this memory going by making a smaller version of the same meal. As my kids get older I will make all the other foods. But now it is just a breakfast casserole. May your Christmas be truly blessed.

At 2:15 PM, Blogger Danielle said...

Joseph! Happy happy Birthday!!! Considering my memories are not quite so long ago, it doesn't count as much, but I know I can remember back to Christmas when I was 5 or 6... I don't think I can before that. It's funny because I can almost remember what my sister got more than what I did... :-) I hope you have a Merry Christmas! See you at church tomorrow!

At 3:08 PM, Blogger Bar Bar A said...

My oldest Christmas memory was from when I was only 2! My mom had to leave to go to the hospital and when she came back a few days later she had this THING with her that got all the attention! He turned out to be an okay brother, but I was mad at the time.

Merry Christmas to you and your wonderful family! Thanks for all the comments you leave me and for all the posts you entertain us with!

At 7:49 PM, Blogger Gina Burgess said...

I remember my 'Dri Doll. I wanted a Bride Doll so badly and I got it my 4th Christmas. My sweetest Christmas memory is feeding my daughter by Christmas Tree lights when she was only a month old.


Post a Comment

<< Home