What is your favorite Christmas memory?

Mine are my childhood Christmases. My sister would wake up around 4-5am and wake both me and my brother and we'd all go and wake my parents. They were always shattered because they would have only been in bed for an hour or two after sorting Santa presents. We'd spend around 2 hours with our new toys in the livingroom before we had to take them upstairs while my parents went back to bed. We went to my maternal grandparents house around 10am where we were given a bag full of, I want to say 'tat' here because it was always cheap things but we didn't care, and an orange or apple in my grandfathers socks. We'd go home for Christmas dinner, they'd come sometimes, and in the evening we'd go to my paternal grandparents house for their Christmas party with that whole side of the family.

We moved away when I was 10, so Christmases haven't been the same since. It isn't Christmas without family.

Late Christmas week I was rushing around trying to get some last minute

shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the season

right then. It was dark, cold and wet in the parking lot as I started

loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. I noticed that I

was missing a receipt that I might need later. So, mumbling under my breath,

I retraced my steps to the mall entrance.

As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet

sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years

old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged

flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he

was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand.

Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was

wrong. He told me his sad story.

He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four

sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was

poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to

support her large family. Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save

two hundred dollars to buy her children Christmas presents. The young boy

had been dropped off by his mother on the way to her second job. He was to

use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to

take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall when a boy grabbed one

of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.

"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.

The boy said, "I did."

"And nobody came to help you?" I queried.

The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.

"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.

The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"

I realized that absolutely no one could hear that poor boy cry for help.

So I grabbed his other hundred dollar bill and ran.

I love that story! It's adorable and very sweet. You must be a great father.

My favorite Christmas memory, so far, is when I was around 7 or 8 years old with my two brothers. My little brother and I couldn't sleep, so we crawled into our older brother's bed, but ended up waking him up with our talking. We gave up on sleep and talked until 3 a.m.. We ran to the living room to look at the tree and underneath was a pile of presents almost as tall as we were, the most we've ever seen. Cars, dolls, action figures, a game or two, and stuffed animals, which are still mine and my little brother's favorite stuffed animals even though we're now 16 and 19. We were spoiled now that I think about it, but that was an amazing Christmas. It was also probably the last Christmas we had with our grandfather before he passed away of emphezema.

I am youngest of four, and it was probably the last few years I fully believed in Santa, because I was old enough to understand what was happening, and also when I was younger my oldest sister would wake the rest of my siblings and I up when "Santa" had finished setting up all the gifts, we would literally be so excited that we could not go back to sleep. We would watch an original disney channel movie and just stare at our un-opened presents to wait for our parents to come down, of course we were always too loud and my dad would say to go back to bed (this is like at 4:00 a.m) but one year we were able to keep quiet and stayed down the whole night and I remember we were watching Mulan and it was 2002. Best memory ever. ha ha.

Also since my oldest sibling was like 5 years older than me and 2 years older than my other siblings she knew, but was so great at keeping the secret, ant kept up the Christmas spirit, she would always be saying "wake up I just saw Santa" Then we would rush down stairs and see that he had just left and that our cookies were eaten, and we would get so excited with the gigantic stacks of gifts with all different colors and bows, and stuffed stockings, it was just so fun

Mine happens everyyear. On christmas eve, all my relatives social gathering. via previous due afternoon we are relaxing out via the pool, listening to christmas track and observing the solar pass down. We in lots of circumstances positioned the information on for the extra youthful cousins who watch an interview with 'Santa' in Finland. and then we in lots of circumstances have a BBQ and take a seat outdoors under the celebrities and yuletide lighting fixtures. Then after that we pass in and watch "The Carols in the area" and then take a seat around the christmas tree speaking, putting out santas milk and cookies, traking santa with NORAD for the extra youthful cousins and then ultimately pass to mattress. some people could think of the above is uninteresting or in spite of, yet i dont care, this what ive been doing my entire life and to me it particularly is christmas and that i wouldnt choose for it any other way!

I'm only 14, so I don't have anything particularly memorable or different, but I guess I really enjoyed staying at my cousin's place, and then going to McDonalds the next morning. Sounds tacky, but it was fun!

When my mom was alive those were the best Christmas of all gees I miss her so much Merry Christmas mom where ever you are!

My favorite memory?

A family.