Everybody’s got ‘em. Here are some of mine, in somewhat chronological order:
- Getting dressed up and going to Christmas Eve Service with the fam…I loved singing Silent night with everyone holding up candles and the lights all out. Sometimes there is no replacement for an old school carol by candlelight.
- Driving around and looking at lights with the fam. But we were always itching to get home because Honeybaked Ham and a Christmas movie were waiting there!
- Waking up early with my younger sister and then trying soooo hard to get my older sister out of bed…no one was allowed downstairs until we were all up!
- There was huge anticipation in my house for the big reveal. My parents went ALL OUT for Christmas. The presents weren’t under the tree, they poured out about three feet in every direction around the tree! Yes, we were spoiled. We turned out ok though, mostly.
- My parents always wanted to capture our anticipation on camera. I have sooo many memories of sitting at the top of the stairs waiting what seemed like hours for my mom to get her coffee, and my dad to set up the video camera.
- Then he would bring the camera to the bottom of the stairs and interview us talking about what we were hoping Santa had brought us the night before.
- FINALLY we got to open presents. It was the best! We all had to take turns, watch eachother, try things on, etc. It took forever.
- My dad videotaped the whole thing. If the video ran out, Christmas morning stopped until he put a new tape in…VHS…you know it.
- I can’t remember what we ate Christmas morning but I think bisquick biscuits were on the menu. They were a staple in our house.
- Loved going to one of my uncles’ houses with my big crazy Pakistani family.
- Always exchanged gifts in a huge family secret santa.
- Nothing beats a jolly Pakistani middle aged man…with an accent…in a Santa suit…handing out presents.
- ALWAYS ate Indian food on Christmas. Mmmmmmmmmm. Best food on the planet.
What’s your favorite childhood Christmas memory?
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Mmmm…you’re bringing up some familiar memories
wow, that sounds exactly like my christmas’ growing up (minus the paki accents)
Mine actually is one about my kids…the morning (early – very early) they actually HEARD Santa leaving presents under the tree. They’d piled into our bed and were pestering us to open presents. We wanted a bit more sleep and were trying to calm them down when all of a sudden we heard the bells on the tree…Santa was putting presents under the tree right at that moment!!! We told the boys they had to be quiet or Santa just might take them all back! That calmed them down – just enough – for us to doze another 1/2 hour. Best Christmas ever!
We always went to church on Christmas eve. My dad would talk about how he heard on the radio that Santa’s sleigh was spotted in the area so it was time to go to bed. All my sisters and brother would come home so we could all be together. We always went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for dinner. I loved going there so much. Special memories, good times. Thanks for stirring them up!
That annual Christmas Eve service at NSBS was and continues to be my favorite Christmas tradition too. Something about singing “Silent Night”…with those candles glowing among God’s people…and His gift of our Savior…simply perfect.
Ambreen – I know. It doesn’t feel like Christmas anymore without Uncle Sol dressed as skinny brown santa claus!
Steve – Then it must have been AWESOME.
Marti – Awwww, that’s an awesome memory!
Pam – That is so cute! I love it.
Jess – I hope someday soon I’ll get to go back for it, there really is nothing like it. Some things never go out of style.