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!)
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Oh Lord I am so glad my brother doesn't blog.. here is my Christmas past story...grab some egg nog. Extra rum, it's friday. And that's the only to make that crap drinkable..I digress.. Okay back to the story. It was a brilliant winter evening in the late 19.. we were visiting my Grandmother in Illinois. Being Cali kids we were in awe of the snow. As the older of my two younger brothers and I sat in a trance starring out at the snow falling, lights glistening upon it's frosty viener a sight that could stir the heart of even the most savy tweenager appeared. A man was making his way down the cold sidewalk, a bag laden with gifts slung over his shoulder (and likely a flask somewhere, there were no other kids on the block). But this was not what caught our attention. For you see he was no ordinary man. Dressed in a crimson red suit trimed with fluffy white fur, a hat to match perched upon his head. His eyes peered out of round glasses perched upon a rosey nose under which a snowy white full beard grew. We jumped to our feet exlaiming "MOM MOM it's Santa it's Santa!". Hearing this comotion, knowing there was no time to spare, our youngest brother Jason ran from the bathroom to the front window. In his haste he'd forgotten to pull up his pants and underware. I guess he didn't realize he could go faster with them up. The shock and excitment of the visage before him proved more than his little brain could take. He promptly keeled over and lay in an unconcious heap on the floor pants still arround his ankles. He quicky came to and recovered his wits.. though to this day (he is 32) he has yet to have a christmas were he does not hear "Hey Jason look out it's Santa..pull your pants up and look away!"
I admit to being curious about weather trends in various bathrooms across the country. :) Ok, maybe not so much.
I've loved all of your Christmas past stories! They're great! I was a boring kid! I guess the worst was when I HAD to get a drink of water on Christmas Eve and there my mom sat wrapping presents in the living room. How sad!
You've inspired me T, I'm going to write a Christmas story for my blog. Maybe this weekend. Your dad and the plywood, now that's funny! Sounds like my dad actually. My dad "burned a pickle" on Christmas eve. Which involves putting forks on either side of a big pickle and then attaching an electrical source to each fork... when the electricity makes its way through the pickle - the pickle actually glows. Seriously. And it really stinks.
Loved the story! I remember you telling me about the kids coloring over their presents. Clever though. My sister-in-law had to wrap all of her presents one year, after they caught her peeking.
I still have last weekends' treasures sitting in the huge Target bag in my walkin closet. I wonder if the kids have peeked in it?
Awww, you got the boy doll. I remember being horribly disappointed whenever I got clothes instead of toys fro Christmas. My grandmother must have thought we wore rags all the time or something.
Hey there! Nice to "meet" you. And thanks for stopping by my blog.
I have to admit to remembering few details of Christmases past. Fortunately my momma took tons of embarrassing photos, so it's like a mini and shocking glimpse back at my extreme nerdiness.
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I'm not sure if I every tried to spy out my Christmas gifts or my parents putting them in place, but I knew it was my parents all along, so it wouldn't have been much of a surprise if I had seen them!
My favorite part of this post: "as a matter of fact, Men don't usually use the word "sweet" and that's probably for the best :)"
So true.
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