Your Fondest Christmas Memory...

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since Eve stated she loved to ski with her daddy, that brought this to my mind....anyone have a fond christmas or even winter memory they care to share?

PS, I promise NOT to post no new questions for the REST of the day :-)

-- sumer (shh@aol.con), December 01, 2000

Answers

When Santa Claus came to my home to deliever gifts. I gave him such a big hug. ...What's that you say? There is no Santa. But there is, he came to my house!

-- Maria (anon@ymous.com), December 01, 2000.

My folks went to a Christmas eve party and my brother and I unwrapped all the gifts and played with them and then wrapped them up again. Being a little "tuned", they didn't notice and we had them open before they staggered out the next morning.

-- Taz (Tassie@RuralFlorida.com), December 01, 2000.

When I was about 5 I snuck out into the living room in the wee hours of the night so I could peek at this one particular gift that was way back there.

I had successfully commandoed myself under and in and retrieved the package for quiet dissection,I was backing out when one of the limbs got caught on my PJ bottoms,as I was wearing no shirt I pulled the whole tree down on top of myself incurring a dozen or so burns on my back from the lights that were left on.

As you can imagine the noise of the tree crashing down,ornaments breaking and my squeelin' like a stuck pig got the immediate attention of Mom and Dad,I was busted,not to mention burned fairly well to boot.

I never found out that night what the mystery package was,but the next morning the last gift I got to open was that one,a Yogi Bear stand-up inflatible Punching-bag.

The irony is I could hardly play with it because my back was soooo tender.

-- capnfun (capnfun1@excite.com), December 01, 2000.


Capn, LOL and this was a fond memory? Please don't tell us any of your bad memories.

-- Maria (anon@ymous.com), December 01, 2000.

I;m at work, tears in my eyes, laughing my ass off.

What a funny story Capn, you lil sneaky shit. Like me, you ALWAYS get caught....tooo damn funny. ROFL.

My fondest....when my step-dad picked up a WHOLE case of Blue Nun wine for a christmas party he and my mom were throwing and he fell with it, breaking ALL of the bottles...he preceded to get drunk on Bush beer singing a chorus of...

Oh he licked up the liquor off the bar room floor,

and back on his hunches he sat....

and all nite long you can hear him roar....

Bring on the G***damn cat!!!

along with......

"oh christmas tree

oh christmas tree...

why did you shit on me ....christmas tree.

Yep, he was a hardcore drunk and an electrician to boot.!!!!

Still smile when I think of him....and oh those crazy holidays.

-- sumer (shh@aol.con), December 01, 2000.



Several years ago, my sister bought a house and decided to get a kitten since she was no longer renting. For several months, she searched for the perfect animal, dragging along everyone who would go with her.

By Christmas, she still hadn't made up her mind, and a litter of wonderful long-haired gray cats were turned into the animal shelter, so my brother and I adopted the only female in the litter for her, a small animal, who didn't weigh much.

On Christmas Eve, we went over to her house before she got home from work and closed the kitten in the living room. We weren't going to say anything, just let her find the furball.

Sis came home as usual, and we stood around, drank some eggnog, and waited for her to go into the living room, or for the kitten to make some noise. It was a long wait. Finally, Sis wanted into the living room. But there was no kitten in sight!

Trying not to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, we hunted quietly. Where had it gone? Eventually, we had to confess, and Sis joined in the hunt. No kitten anywhere...

Then, about a half hour later, some other friends joined us. The daugher, an alert eight-year-old, immediately went over to the tree. A moment later, she ran up to us, all wide-eyed. "Mommy! There's a KITTEN asleep in that basket that's on the tree! It's a REAL kitten."

I walked over, and sure enough, the kitten had crawled into one of the five African baskets that Sis had hung along the bottom of the tree. The kitty started purring when I stroked her head.

Sis loved the kitten and should've named it something Christmasey, but she called it Pewter because of its color.

-- (kb8um8@yahoo.com), December 01, 2000.


When I was about 4 there used to be a Santa Clause show on for a few weeks before Christmas. My sister (a year older) and I used to watch it and were glued to the TV so to speak. I remember one night our mother insisted that we put our pajamas on during the show. We both hid behind an easy chair so that Santa wouldn't see us changing.

Do you ever wonder why we remember things like that?...LOL

-- Peg (pegmcleod@mediaone.net), December 01, 2000.


After years of begging......and I mean PLEADING with my parents....

I finally got the "Rock'em Sock'em Robots" in 1969.

I think I played with it for a month......

Great stories guys and gals!!

Deano

-- Deano (deano@luvthebeach.com), December 01, 2000.


My family and I volunteer at a homeless shelter on Christmas. A couple of years ago, an ancient-looking homeless woman grabbed my mother by the arms and looked deep into her face. "You," she pronounced in a loud voice, "Are a wonderful Christian. God bless you ma'am!" My then girlfriend (now fiance) said in a gentle voice, "She's an atheist," The homeless woman smiled with delight and said, "Well heck, Bob over there is a Lutheran, but it don't matter where you go to church so long as you believe!"

-- Tarzan the Ape Man (tarzan@swingingthroughthejunglewithouta.net), December 01, 2000.

LOL, Tarzan! I'm going to tell that one at dinner tonight.

-- (kb8um8@yahoo.com), December 01, 2000.


My fondest memory was when my friend, Eugene, gave me the ax I wanted.

-- SydBarrett (dark@side.moon), December 01, 2000.

Shine on, you crazy diamond!

-- Tarzan the Ape Man (tarzan@swingignthroughthejunglewithouta.net), December 01, 2000.

Dear Syd:

Um, they call it a slingblade in these parts, mmm hummm.

Love,

Carl.

-- (shh@aol.con), December 01, 2000.


If I can stop laughing (from capn's story) long enough, I'll try to think of something to add here.....

-- Patricia (PatriciaS@lasvegas.com), December 01, 2000.


*IF* we were running a contest, I do believe our Cap would be #1 so far....still LMAO....

What a crackup.

-- sumer (shh@aol.con), December 01, 2000.



***I was wearing no shirt I pulled the whole tree down on top of myself incurring a dozen or so burns on my back from the lights that were left on.***

Capn, how on earth did your parents explain this one? As if anyone would believe that Christmas tree story. LOL

Good story Tarzan. Amazing where we find those little nuggets of wisdom, eh?

-- cin (cin@=0.)), December 03, 2000.


Cin,

Hell,everybody got a good laugh out of it and they made me show my back to EVERYONE,they ALL still think it's funny,taught me a goooood lesson and they were right,I never went scroungin' to peek again,musta been when I started learning patience : )

-- capnfun (capnfun1@excite.com), December 03, 2000.


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