Favorite Christmas story

[onejayhawk]

What is your favorite story about your own Christmases past? This can be family doings, meeting with friends, a favorite gift, a favorite reaction to a gift, whatever. What Christmas memory warms your heart?

My favorite memory is the first time I went ice skating as a child. In the lower half of USA, it is not cold enough to skate outdoors, so an ice rink is needed. Our city had a new hockey franchise and their practice rink was open to the public on weekends. There was a lot of falling and bruised knees, but we had cocoa and cookies afterward before going to see the lights. It became a tradition, whichever city we happened to be in.

J

 

[Kyriakos]

I mostly remember some toys i was playing with. Eg the castle of Sceletor, from He-Man (bought that Christmas). Though i recall this mostly because a creep ex class-mate was to visit so that we would go sing the christmas carol in the neighborhood, and i decided to change my mind when he came and decline, so he got enraged and left, never to be seen again (good riddance, what a creep ).

Come to think of it, in the same year - just 3 days later- i recall (start of puberty) looking at a female classmate's thighs, in some birthday party. Far better memory

 

[JollyRoger]

Every year since about 2005, I have spent the season holed up in big box stores, periodically lobbing Happy Holidays bombs at defenseless victims.

 

[Valka D'Ur]

I had a very active imagination as a child, and when my mother decorated the Christmas tree, she used frosted lights with metallic things around them that reflected the light. Our trees back then were always real (since we lived on an acreage with lots of them), and the tree smell is something I really miss. As for those colored lights... I'd look at them and imagine they were tiny fairy-like creatures and make up little stories about them.


Another set of favorite memories involves tobogganing. We didn't have any good hills around the acreage (the only hill we did have on the property would have put me right in the middle of where we burned the garbage). So we'd go into the city and my cousin, uncle, and I would go tobogganing (or crazy carpet, saucer, etc.). I still remember when my uncle decided to use a large piece of cardboard to slide on, and he took a running start... and made it about a foot, since he hadn't realized that the cardboard was too flimsy to carry him over the quack grass that was still sticking up near the top of the hill.

A few years after that, my high school poetry club had a Christmas party. We met at the teacher's house (she lived a few blocks from the school) and went to the local toboggan hill, which was a few blocks from the school in another direction. Afterward we went back to her place for hot cider (nonalcoholic, of course).

 

[Perfection]

Every year since about 2005, I have spent the season holed up in big box stores, periodically lobbing Happy Holidays bombs at defenseless victims.

I've been hurling the season's greetings grenades like a madman as of late.

 

[onejayhawk]

Better than just hurling, I suppose. Why does thinking about this make you feel better?

J

 

[JollyRoger]

Spreading holiday cheer should make one feel better, especially if some Faux-addled snowflake gets offended by it.

 

[Arwon]

Well, it was Christmas Eve in the drunk tank...