Sharing stories at Christmas
At Love Santa, we love Christmas and Santa and all the magic that goes with those celebrations. We love to share that happiness and to hear people’s stories and ideas.
So we invite you to tell us your favourite Christmas story on this blog. Whether you just make others smile or you share a great tradition/idea, your contribution will brighten the Christmas magic, so what are you waiting for?
Simply share your story by writing it in the form. We’ll check it is ok (just to keep out any spammers and non-family friendly content). Then we’ll make it live so your story is shared.
My favorite Christmas story would involve the Christmas eve get together that my parents held each year. The door bell would be ringing all evening as people showed up. The house was packed and noisy but it was wonderful. I was blessed to have wonderful parents and now that they are both gone, I think back on these memories often. I miss them and these Christmas memories so much.
That’s a lovely memory, Mandy. I can picture all those people, chatting, eating and drinking and enjoying being together – sounds just perfect for Christmas!
HOw lucky you were to have parents who shared that happiness with so many people.
My favorite memory is of when I got my first musical instrument. It’s the instrument that got me started in the career I’m in today. I asked my Mom for an electric bass guitar and it had me excited for months. Since I knew what the shape of the present would be she put April on it to trick me. All the way up until Christmas I had forgotten about it and the very last thing she got from the tree was that present. Not knowing it was mine at the time I was a little sad but I was okay. When she brought it to me I almost started crying because it was such a special way to surprise me. I’ve been in love with it since and I’ll never forget the grin my Mom had on her face. I also doubt she’ll forget the look on mine.
That is such a precious memory, kitchencatlover 🙂
A gift that has had such an influence on your life was always going to be special, but to have your Mum make it a surprise to truly delight you as well is just tinsel on the tree, really. Thanks for sharing your story with us.
my favorite memory when i waits for Santa until i fall asleep. haha i skipped meals just doing that.
Skipping meals to wait for Santa is true dedication, renusuke!
It is a great feeling, all that anticipation and excitement -wondering what Santa will bring, worrying he won’t come, secretly hoping to spot him in your house…
My favorite Christmas was one when my entire family was able to spend together. We spent the entire day exchanging gifts, watching the parades on television, and drinking mugs of peppermint cocoa.
Sounds like a lovely day, anonamoss 🙂
Perhaps you’d be willing ot add a recipe for that pepermint cocoa to our Santa’s snack section – I’ve never heard of that before but I know many people love the chocolate/mint combination.
This is a cool idea for a blog post. My favorite story is when I made a gingerbread house and gingerbread men with my nieces and nephews. Seeing their eyes light up over the giant house cover with gumballs and candy canes was the best gift ever. Doing this is a fun project that will keep them engrossed for hours, it’s an easy solution for dessert, and it makes for great pictures! I have even turned the pictures into postcards. It is a memory I will never forget.
Thansk for sharing that, Swan. Not only a lovely memory for you, but you’ve given us a great idea to make our own special Christmas memeories – thank you. I love Christmas gifts/ideas that involve doing things together rather than just ‘giving things’.
My favorite memory is of when I was 8 or 9. At that time my grandmother was still healthy and we would go to her house every Christmas Eve. That year, my grandmother had made two quilts, one for me and one for my cousin Nora. She let me have first choice of which one I wanted which really meant a lot to me and I picked a beautiful pink quilt. I still have and treasure it to this day.
That’s a lovely memory, tulosai, and very special to stil have a beautiful gift from your grandmother – a quilt is not something she gave without thought as it takes a lot of time and effort to create.
My favorite Christmas story is when I was a little boy always waking up early in the morning and seeing all the presents. My parents would stay up really late, but you could not tell because they would always have the sparkle in their eye of seeing me open the gifts Santa brought to me! It was great and then getting to play with the toys or watching my dad put together the toys for hours on end was a memory I will never forget.
My Christmas story is more of a tradition with a story attached, either way it still warms my heart. When I was little every year my parents would allow my sister and I to open one gift on Christmas eve. Sometimes it was a gift to one another and other times it was from them. One year when I was about 8 or 9 I remember my sister and I getting new pajamas. It was so nice to go to bed with comfy soft pajamas and get up to the booty Santa had left with nice pajamas. I never forgot the feeling. Well, 29 years ago the first Christmas eve of my first child I started the tradition of letting her open a present. With one change, I’m made sure it was pajamas. 29 years later, 3 more children and 2 son in laws every Christmas eve they all look forward to a new pair of jammies. With a twist though, I theme them, sometimes they are all the same colors, sometimes with feet, sometimes with sleeping caps, sometimes cartoons. They never know what they will get. To top it off this year I will have two new grand babies to bring into the tradition?
I love it, pocs! You made a tradition out of a good feeling you remembered, and that’s lovely. I love how you make it personal and potentially humourous each year with your themes, too. Thanks for sharing such a great story 🙂
Thank you! I’ll let you in on a secret, this year they will all be getting the old style black and white stripped prison suits, in fleece and complete with caps of course. When my girls got older they did begin to question, why pajamas? I told them the story, as teenagers of course they thought it was corny but as they got older they learned to love it and began thinking of ways to start other traditions for our family. Because of those simple red pajamas so many years ago we now make and decorate our own ornaments the first Saturday in December. A special Christmas candle is made, by a different family member to be lite once everyone is seated at the table for Christmas dinner and burns until it goes out on it’s own. The best part of the candle is we add the wax that has melted into our new candle each
year. Over the years it has grown into a pretty awesome candle. Our tradition of giving is keeping others warm. We collect blankets all through the summer and the week before thanksgiving my girls and I go out for lunch then stop at the neighborhood settles and salvation army and drop them off. Last year we were able to donate 72. We are trying for 100 this year. Of course we have others, in my family we love a tradition! These are just a few that are special.
Pocs you are amazing 🙂
That candle tradition alone is priceless, but you have so many! What an awesome way to enjoy the season and bind your family together.
Good luck with collecting 100 blankets this year – a very worthy activity indeed.
Good news! We’ve reached our 100blanket goal, thanks to the gracious donation from a local store. We have changed our goal to 200. Keep your fingers crossed!
Congratulations pocs – and thank you for doing the blankets in the first palce. Good on that local store for helping, too.
Doubling your goal is ambitious but I have a feeling if anyone can do it, you and your daughters can.
I have such strong memories of a series of Christmases, must have been between the ages of about 9 and 13 or 14. My grandparents came to our house for those 5 or 6 Christmas in a row and my Grandad would tell us that he was Popeye’s brother (he did have a rather long and pointed chin) and he used to blow his upper arm muscle up via his thumb! My grandmother would peel the brussels sprouts – she’d put the collander between her knees and we could see her thick knee-length, fleecy knickers. Mum and Dad encouraged us to spend quality time with our grandparents – and we knew the “quality time” had reached it’s limit when Grandma turned her hearing aid off and Grandad snored in his rocking chair.
What we kids didn’t know at the time was that Grandad had been diagnosed with cancer and was told to enjoy his “last” Christmas with the family – well he enjoyed 5 or 6 such Christmases and they were the best.
After he died, Grandma wanted to spend Christmas morning at her own home and we’d go for tea – she’d always say “If Jimmy was here now he’d be snoring in his rocking chair” and we’d ask her if she ever met Popeye and Olive She said notn because Popeye lived in America – not Manchester UK.
That’s a beautiful memory, Fren. How lucky your Grandad got to spend those five or six Christmases with you and tell you Popeye stories! And probably the best years in that you could spend quality time with him at that age, and remember it.
My Grandfather’s name was also Jimmy so you’ve given me a few memories to think of now, too – thank you.
My favorite Christmas memory is when my Mum asked my siblings and I if we would be willing to give up a gift for a family less fortunate than us. We had an uncle who would give us a board game each year and by that Christmas, we had a lot of board games. My Mum opened a corner of the gift to make sure it was a board game that would be suitable for this family. My siblings and I all agreed that this family would enjoy this board game (even more than us) since they were not getting much and didn’t already have a closet full of games. It is now one of my most precious Christmas memories.
That says a lot about you, Clauzetta, that a favourite memory is about giving up something in the spirit of Christmas.
Thank you for sharing your Christmas gift and for telling us your story.
My favorite Christmas story happened about 12 years ago. My Dad always bought me a Christmas Bear for Christmas and each year he would convince me that he did not have the money to buy it, so, on Christmas morning he would have my bear sitting under the tree by itself. This was a very special thing between me and my Dad. My Dad passed away about 12 year ago and the first Christmas without him crushed me. No one thought about that bear but I did. My husband now buys me my bear and makes a point out of making it very special. Now my entire family gets involved in buying me a bear. I never had the bear for the year my Dad died, well last year, my husband and my sisters along with my entire family (about 40 0f us) found that bear. They presented me this bear in the most special way. While I was at work, my family came to my house and bagged up all 33 bears that I had. They took them to my Parents home and laid them out in order of the year I received them. When it came time to present me with my bear, they placed it where it belonged in the missing year. I broke down and cried along with everyone else. It may sound silly but that bear is still my favorite bear. My family showed me the true love of Christmas and the true meaning of giving from the heart. It was not a new bear but it was sure what my heart needed.
My favourite Story was when I was 9/10 and My younger sister and I got a key board and a violin for christmas…. We spent the rest of that month driving people in sane 🙂
Musical instruments are great gifts although there is indeed a risk of annoying others around you!