So, here are the cliffs' notes for the rest of my Christmases:
Really young - Grandma gave Z and I dolls for Christmas - Z got the pretty girl doll with the long brown hair and I got... the boy doll that went with it. Was I a gracious gift recipient who ran up to my Grandmother to give her a thank you hug? Did I smile and suck it up? Yeah, not so much - I threw a fit, made Grandma feel bad, embarrassed my mother no end... So, Sorry Grandma, Sorry Mom... I did learn a good lesson from it... and for the record - that doll you gave me last year (the boy Indian one) looks GREAT in my family room and I LOVE it :)
Still really young - Z convinced me to wait on the stairs after being sent down to our basement bedrooms (see, I told you 2 posts ago that the basement came into play later!) so we very quietly sat there out of sight of the living room until some very LOUD and TALL elves came to fill the stockings... What a disappointment... but hey, I still got some good gifts!
Not quite as young - but still young enough to use it as an excuse: We snuck into the living room to check out the haul at... well, probably around 2 a.m. - it was REALLY dark (and now you know the reason behind the plywood wall from the previous post) - Our gifts from Santa were not usually wrapped, so mine were in a pile where I saw box containing a cute little Avon Bubble Bath in the shape of a groundhog... I like groundhogs :)... I wanted to see it up close so I opened the box... ooh, a STICKER - gotta love stickers... and this one was a "weather prediction" type sticker that changed color according to the temperature (of the bathroom?). I couldn't wait, but in my haste I tore the sticker's backing off the wrong way and was disappointed (and plagued by feelings of guilt) for the next 6 months (until the bubble bath was gone) because my cute little groundhog's plastic molded umbrella weather prediction system never changed colors!
Hubby and I: for the first 12 years of marriage I tried to do the 12 years of Christmas... each year he'd get something that sort of went along with the song. I usually had to call my Sis In Law Sher to get some ideas because after a few years I felt brain dead... Did Hub appreciate this? yeah, probably not - being as he's a MAN and men well, not knocking men but, men don't typically think "oh, she must have been thinking about this for 365 days - how sweet... as a matter of fact, Men don't usually use the word "sweet" and that's probably for the best :) I don't remember all of them, but he did get 2 yellow chore gloves our second year that he still uses... and 3 cornish game hens the third year... 5 bags of peachie rings... wipers wiping... guitar strings for strumming... oh Sher... do you remember?
Okay - that's more than enough of a trip down my memory lane! Anyone have any great Christmas Past memories to share? Hurry hurry hurry because the Ghost of Christmas Past is on his way OUT and we're moving on to Christmas Present soon... really really soon (okay, probably not for at least 24 hours!)