What wonderful Christmas stories. Thanks for sharing. When I was 7 years old I got my pony for Christmas. I have been a horse fancier ever since I could talk. Every Christmas with our kids has been precious. They bring such joy to the holidays.
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I have so many wonderful memories of Christmas but my favorite is the year my 2nd oldest daughter was born. My DH and I had wanted children for many years but had not been able to have any. Earlier that year we had adopted a wonderful six year old boy. Three infant adoptions during that same year had fallen through at the last moment so we no longer felt that we would be blessed with an infant. Still, we were blessed with our son and content. In November of that year our attorney called and asked if we were still interested in newborn. We told him we were, but we were not going to get our hopes up. It was so difficult getting a nursery ready three previous times only to find the room empty, along with our arms. Just before Christmas a mutual friend of our attorney and us called to congratulate us on the birth of our daughter. Our attorney hadn't shared the birth news with us because he knew how devastated we would be if the birth mother changed her mind. Of course we called him and he confirmed the birth, but cautioned us as the birth mother had chosen to keep the baby with her during her stay. The day after Christmas the 'call' finally arrived - our daughter was coming home! About 45 minutes later our attorney and his secretary arrived carrying a large Christmas stocking with our perfect baby girl tucked into the stocking. Our hearts melted as she was placed in our arms and she has brought us joy and blessings ever since. She is now expecting her second child making us such proud grandparents. Oh, after we adopted her, we adopted another boy and girl and then were surprised with two more daughters a few years later (the easy way - without lawyers - LOL). Each year we bring out that stocking our daughter was brought home in and feel the same wondrous blessings we felt when we first saw it.
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Out of seven children, I was always the first to get up. We were allowed to get our stockings, and have a huge, gooey, cinnamon roll before my parents got up. They were allowed to stay in bed till 8 a.m. The anticipation was the best part!
I have two outstanding memories: #1 This was back in the fifty's. I was about 6 years old and my Dad got my Mom a mink stole. Santa brought me a dolly with a mink stole. My favorite picture is that of Mom and I wearing the mink stole and posing like Marilyn Monroe! Too funny but oh the memories. #2 Nothing compares to the memories of my children coming down stairs with eyes as wide as saucers looking at Santa's gifts. We never had a lot of money but just the same the kids were thrilled.
Actually, I have several fond memories of Christmas with my family. One of my favorites is when my 3 daughters were 1 1/2, 3, and just turned 6. We always went to midnight eve Christmas services at our church, so we got home around 12;30, 1 AM Christmas day. We dressed the girls in cute new Christmas nightgowns or PJ's so they could come home and go right to bed. Usually they slept in Christmas day because they were up so late on Christmas Eve.
Well not in 1977. It was the first year that my youngest daughter understood Christmas. She was excited about the lights, trees, wreaths, presents, Christmas music, the church children's Christmas pageant, anything and everything that had to do with Christmas. Her vocabulary doubled and tripled that month!
Once the girls went to sleep, we had to hurry up and put together any gifts that needed assembling, carry up all the gifts from the basement and in from the garage, wrap any last minute additions, and so on. This was the year of the "big kitchen" which my husband had not assembled yet so he got busy and started to tackle that job. That left me with everything else.
We finally finished around 3:30 or 4 AM and wearily climbed into bed. I had worked the day shift on Christmas Eve and gotten up at 5 AM. I am a RN and the hospital was extremely busy. I was exhausted. Just as my head hit the pillow, I heard several blood curdling screams of delight, yelling, laughing, jumping, and little feet running up the stairs to our bed and landing on my chest with 3 voices at once saying. "Mommy,mommy,mommy you have to see what Santa left us!" Their looks of pure delight and joy was the best gift I have ever had for many years to come.
It had been a very hard year and I had worked many hours of overtime on the late shifts to be able to have a Christmas that year. My husband was in an apprenticeship that was (at the time) not paid much.
What little was under the tree was truly appreciated and loved by my children. What blessings they were (and still are!) To see the light of God shine through the eyes of a child are priceless.
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I can do ALL things through Christ whom strengthens me.
I remember one year, for some reason that I do not recall any more, all my relatives on both sides , who lived in town,came over to our house to celebrate Christmas. They each brought food and even though some of them had to eat standing because there were no more chairs available, still it was fun having all the cousins there to play with.
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