Do you remember: 
- Santa putting up our tree?
- our tree was always a douglas fir?
- buying our tree from the boy scouts?
- lead icicles placed one at a time?
- an angel on top of the tree?
- our fancy tree skirt (a white sheet)?!
- the manger scene under the tree?
- the Christmas card in the front yard?
- boy scout socks for stockings?
- oranges & candy in our stockings?
- candy canes on the tree?
- pecan tassies & chocolate chip cookies?
Did you know:
- When we lived in Plattsburgh, NY Daddy spent several days picking apples to earn extra money for Christmas?
What are some of your Christmas memories?
I remember being amazed at how much noise it took to put up the tree and get it decorated, not to mention Mom running the Filter Queen to clean up when we were all done. And the little kids always slept through it, no matter how small our house was!
ReplyDeleteAnd my brothers were outraged when I bested their Boy Scout knee socks by using PANTY HOSE!
Daddy let me help when he was making the Christmas card. I got to cut out the letters, and I felt so important that I was getting to do a project with him. Problem was, I didn't quite get the concept of stencils, and I cut the letters out the wrong way. Oh well, he made it work!
Here's to many more memories of blurry-eyed parents and curler-headed moms on CHristmas morning - and the turkey goes in the paper bag.
I remember when we lived in Greeneville, MS. I was 9, and Mary Jo was 7. We had figured out about Santa (Mary Jo was a precocious 7-year old). We knew it would be bad news for us if we woke up Mom and Dad too early. So we got little Eddie (4 years old at the time), and pointed into the living room, "Look, Eddie! Santa Claus came!" Eddies went yelling into Mom and Dad's room "Santa Claus came! Santa Claus came!" So poor Mom & Dad had to get up early, and Pat and Mary Jo didn't get into trouble.
ReplyDeleteI don't miss the hanging one-at-a-time and re-wrapping them, but they really were so much nicer than the ones you get now.
ReplyDeleteMy earliest memory is Teresa and I sneaking down the stairs to watch all of you decorate the tree. No way were we going to acknowledge Santa wasn't doing it.