What is your most missed memory at Christmas?

Answer 1

All the excitement about Santa coming, leaving out the milk and cookies for him and the reindeer. Waking up and seeing me and my brothers stockings full of stuff. Running down the hall from our bedrooms to the living room and seeing the Christmas tree lit up so bright with all the ornaments and tinsel on it and all the presents. But most importantly I miss Christmas dinner at grandmas and grandpas house.I was fortunate enough to have both sets of grandparents for a long time. We would actually go to one grandparents for lunch time and the other for supper. By the end of the day you were so full you could barely move!

Answer 2

I don't miss Christmas. My stepfather would beat my mother, terrorize us and leave with all the money. We were poor to begin with...but it sucks sleeping with a few blankets, no heat, and not much to eat. My birthday is two days before this holiday...and every year except for the last one, it has been horrible. The only good memories I now have of Christmas is the time that I spend with my fiance.

Hopefully we can make enough happy memories to fill the void created from my past.

Good luck.
~Sarah

Answer 3

I miss the warmth that radiated through my soul as I lay in
the livingroom floor in front of the fireplace Christmas Eve.With my mom in her rocker in front of the window as the flashing of the lights glistened off of the fluffy white flakes of snow.Icycles on the eve of the house some as long as 10-14", outlined with garlin with 3' of snow in the yard.The smell of a blue tip fir, with full boughs all maticulasly decorated and topped with a winged angel of gold.We would turn out all the lights and light the candles, listen as my mother read us a chapter from Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys. Ten she would lead us in song as my brother would pick the guitar by ear and my sister shook the tamberine.We shared a number of instruments.My mom would give us one gift to take to bed with hot chocolate and a piece of homade fudge.Even though there were 7 of us she made sure to shop all year so that
she could aford to give us the biggest pile of presents she could.She spent all night wrapping and preparingso that when we woke each present would be carefully placed filling the room so full that we would just have space enough to sit accross the front of the hearth.It was the last time I ever remember that I sat in her lap and felt so secure, so happy so safe and so unconditionally loved.
I didn't want to open my presents because I never wanted
that joy to fade.As it always did after the gifts were all open and my brothers and sisters would begin to squable
and fight.Iwould give anything to live in that time forever.

Answer 4

My Dad. We lost him in Nov. of 97. I miss him everyday. So what I do is, I hold with a vengence how nuturing, good hearted, warm, kind, and what a good man he was in my mind and in my heart. Because what he taught me and gave me, no one can ever take away. And I try to give that away to everyone I can, to make a difference in the world to honor him, and do my part. I think that is the process of life. And I hope that after I'm gone, the one's whose lives I've touched will do the same. Because this world needs all the help it can get. I write and I say we can lift each other up, we don't need to tear each other down. I am an individual. But because we may have lost someone's physical presence, that doesn't mean we don't carry everything they taught and gave us with us always forever. I so believe people are connected. Or what would be our purpose to be here at all, if not to make a difference. This was the only was I could cope with my loss, and it completely changed my life. I still had something no one could ever take away. So I use it everyday. I don't think he would want me to moun, I think this is exactly what he would want me to do. Love is so powerful. When you build someone up, they can in turn build up others, and we together, can lift each other up. Don't you think?

Answer 5

Not "missed," but cherished...How my parents recognized that we four kids were beginning to question Santa's existence. They got neighbors to come into the house on Christmas Eve and put out the presents while they took us out to look at the Christmas lights. We came back and "wow" there were the presents...so it couldn't have been them. They had us convinced that Santa existed for a number of years beyond that Christmas.

Answer 6

A heavy snow when I was a kid. At night. The neighborhood hadn't changed since before I was born. It was still friendly looking shadowy warm. Snow was thick under the white lights that sparkled like diamonds here and there.. They didn't have riot lights back then. The sky, you could make out the clouds clearly they were so low catching any available light. While the world wasn't perfect then, there were plenty of good things, and love.

Answer 7

I miss the perfect white snow on the ground. The beautiful, sparkling decorations in the black of midnight. The feeling of making the perfect snow angel while looking into the bright, white sky. The clean, crisp air that makes a white cloud in front of you. The coming together of family and the wonder in the eyes of innocent children who believe in the magic of it all. Building snowmen, having snowball fights ... making memories.

Answer 8

Celebrating at my maternal grandparent's home with our family, certain Christmas decorations they had, Christmas dinner with everyone there. Many of the elder ones are gone now, the younger ones scattered across the USA.

Answer 9

The holidays will be hard this year as I lost my Dad this past January. No sympathy here. He was a great man, loved his family as we loved him. He lived a full and wonderful life. We will still miss him and his humor. Who's going to carve the turkey now?

Answer 10

The feeling of watching Christmas movies, episodes, and eating dinner. The cold chilly eve, trying to fall asleep, waking up to PRESENTS!