One Christmas morning, when I was 5 years old (I think) I woke up before everyone else in my family. I had three older brothers and mom and dad. I'm not sure what time it was, but it was still dark outside. We had a two-story house with a basement, I slept upstairs and my parents had a bedroom upstairs...
Parents have to get creative when they are hiding presents as their kids get older. I knew that my kids knew where most of the presents were hidden. I would remind them that if they looked, it would ruin their Christmas morning. One year I got creative. My son was a teenager and I had presents in the back of...
Dear Orin, thank you so much for the wonderful letter you wrote us! I know you kind of "had" to write the letter because of your school project. But this last year and this Christmas has been very hard for all of us, and the fact you thought about us and cared enough to reach out means the world...
My Dad loved making yard decorations from pieces of plywood. He would design them, cut them out, and then hand paint his creations. We had a Santa that he put on the roof next to the chimney and we had a giant snowman in the yard. He decorated the yard art with lots and lots of lights. And our house...
One thing both Grandpa and I like to do is bake special cookies and breads for Christmas and then deliver them to friends in the neighborhood or our special friends in Red Lodge. This year wasn't quite the same as we had to be careful visiting, where are masks and keep it short. We missed going to your Christmas concert...
On Christmas Eve of 1978, Santa's elves helped load the sleigh with gifts and prepare for Santa's Journey all around the world. The reindeer's vision was checked, they were fed their vegetarian dinner, and Rudolph's bright red nose was all shined up. Santa jumped in his warm suit and hat, and they were off.
Dear Max, it was great to read of your Christmas Eve celebration with family and friends. I can identify with the hot chocolate treats. One of the best memories of Christmas for me, was when I was about five years old ( and this was a long time ago and in a different country). on Christmas morning, I was anxious...
First Christmas I can remember was during 1944. World war was going on and what was called the battle of the Bulge was happening in Europe, they had plenty of snow. I was three years old. We had very little snow and it wasn't warm For December. I remember playing in the yard wearing a red sweater I got...
When I was around I believe 13 years of age, I pulled a little trick on my dad, because he was also teasing me and my siblings all the time. We hung our stockings on our Christmas tree and I wrapped up a piece of coal in newspaper for him and I wish you could have seen his face...
When I was 8 years old our family moved to a house on a steep hill. If we looked out the dining room windows we could see the whole San Francisco Bay Area. It was a great place to see cars and people coming up the hill. This was important on Christmas Eve. Our family always open presents on Christmas...