What precious Christmas memory stands out above all others?

Question

Pangel, you have reduced me to tears. What a beautiful memory.

((((((Pangel))))))

I see that the thumbs down fairy has come through once again. My apologies to all of you.

(((((((My Boy)))))))

Answer 1

2 Christmas's ago
my dad was told he was coming to the end of his fight with cancer
he thought he still had months left though ...
but promised himself that no matter what , he would see in Christmas and the New Year
he died January 13th
but that Christmas was the best ever
he sat in his wheelchair with his santa hat on , just smiling .... actually he glowed

I never liked my dad ( step dad ) since he and mum got together .... for many reasons

that year I liked the man he had became
he was strong , selfless , caring , kind
and I will never forget what he looked like that day xxx

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((((Red Queen))))

I am so thankful for that Christmas ... it helped me forgive ( before it was too late )

Answer 2

A few years ago we barely made it to my folks place before the roads were completely impassable. My dad made it just in time to get my grandmother out to the house too. We were stranded. This was wonderful, because my mom, who is very high strung, was able to calm down and enjoy the holidays. There was no running from place to place. It was peaceful. We opened gifts early, played video and board games, and just hung out. It was so cozy. Due to some family disagreements, that was the last Christmas I will get to spend with my folks. I think it was the best I'll ever know.
At one point, the snow backed up the exhaust for the heater, causing the carbon monoxide detectors to go off and wake us up. Being snowed in, it was scary to think that the EMTs would not have gotten to us in time if the detectors weren't there. We shared a brief moment of horror at what could have been. But we were in such a good mood that we were just happy to be OK. Dad shoveled out the snow and we opened windows while I sang, "It will be a cyanotic blue Christmas without you." That made my mother laugh. Then, I went back to bed.
Still, it was the best Christmas ever.

Answer 3

I was 8 and my mother was working all the time. My older sisters ages 10, 12, and 13 and I looked after ourselves most evenings. My parents were divorced and my father was not part of our lives, no child support. My mother was attending Jr. College. She was only 28 years old with four girls to raise. Money was tight. We lived in an apartment. We had no Christmas tree and my oldest sister went downstairs to babysit for another lady for a few hours. The rest of us stayed home cleaning house. We later walked at night in Mesquite Texas to the local 7-11 store to buy what we thought was a huge Christmas tree. We drug it home and made decorations for it out of construction paper and tinfoil as we could not find our decorations. There were no real gifts that Christmas from each of us but it didn't matter. Christ was there. Love and family was there. That is the truest and clearest Christmas memory I have. It still brings tears to my eyes and we girls are still so close to each other and our mother. We grew up with basically only our mother and each other as well as our faith in Christ.

Answer 4

When I was nine my father was dying in the veterans hospital. There weren't going to be any presents. But Christmas morning I had a little yellow yarn doll and a beautiful pair of white mittens with red buckles. When I asked where they had come from, my mom explained "some ladies" had purchased gifts for the children of patients in the veterans hospital to make sure we had something under the tree. It was a lesson in the value of kindness that has never left me. I'm sure those ladies passed on years ago, but their goodness lives on.

Answer 5

While walking out of a store a couple years back, I noticed the SA's red kettle with a lady ringing the bell next to it. People were just walking by as fast as they could, not making eye contact with her. She looked very sad and tired, but kept ringing that bell and trying to smile, wishing everyone a merry christmas. So, as I got closer I fished out a five dollar bill and went to put it in the kettle. The openings on those little kettles are pretty small, so I had to refold the bill to make it fit. While I was doing that she stood there smiling at me, like I had made her day. Then she started to read the sweatshirt I was wearing. It was from a group that I belong to, and it is the group's symbol with the word's "American Atheist" underneath. When she read those words her smile diappeared and she had this look like I was violating her kettle by sticking my money in it. Then she caught herself, realized what she was doing, and her look changed to one of regret, almost apologetic. Her smile returned and she said to me, "Happy Holidays". That memory was precious, because in some small way I think I showed her that kindness and compassion and not limited to any religious cult.

Answer 6

My favorite Christmas memory is when my family helped organize Christmas for a needy family in our community. My father went to the grocery store and bought tons of groceries and used extra donated money to buy the family blankets and towels and all sorts of other things. Then we loaded three cars with all of these presents and groceries and took them over to the family. The children just stared in open mouthed amazement as we brought in all of the stuff. I can't imagine how much they enjoyed opening their presents. That's my favorite Christmas.

Answer 7

Well it must be that Christmas when I went for a drink with God and Santa.

Answer 8

45 years ago when I stopped celebrating it because I realized it was Pagan to the core.

Answer 9

When I saw Santa. Prove that I didn't.

Answer 10

the amazing prediction of Jesus' birth way way back in Isaiah
:A Virgin Will Bear a Son
1-2 During the time that Ahaz son of Jotham, son of Uzziah, was king of Judah, King Rezin of Aram and King Pekah son of Remaliah of Israel attacked Jerusalem, but the attack sputtered out. When the Davidic government learned that Aram had joined forces with Ephraim (that is, Israel), Ahaz and his people were badly shaken. They shook like trees in the wind.
3-6Then God told Isaiah, "Go and meet Ahaz. Take your son Shear-jashub (A-Remnant-Will-Return) with you. Meet him south of the city at the end of the aqueduct where it empties into the upper pool on the road to the public laundry. Tell him, Listen, calm down. Don't be afraid. And don't panic over these two burnt-out cases, Rezin of Aram and the son of Remaliah. They talk big but there's nothing to them. Aram, along with Ephraim's son of Remaliah, have plotted to do you harm. They've conspired against you, saying, 'Let's go to war against Judah, dismember it, take it for ourselves, and set the son of Tabeel up as a puppet king over it.'

7-9But God, the Master, says,

"It won't happen.
Nothing will come of it
Because the capital of Aram is Damascus
and the king of Damascus is a mere man, Rezin.
As for Ephraim, in sixty-five years
it will be rubble, nothing left of it.
The capital of Ephraim is Samaria,
and the king of Samaria is the mere son of Remaliah.
If you don't take your stand in faith,
you won't have a leg to stand on."


10-11God spoke again to Ahaz. This time he said, "Ask for a sign from your God. Ask anything. Be extravagant. Ask for the moon!"

12But Ahaz said, "I'd never do that. I'd never make demands like that on God!"

13-17So Isaiah told him, "Then listen to this, government of David! It's bad enough that you make people tired with your pious, timid hypocrisies, but now you're making God tired. So the Master is going to give you a sign anyway. Watch for this: A girl who is presently a virgin will get pregnant. She'll bear a son and name him Immanuel (God-With-Us). By the time the child is twelve years old, able to make moral decisions, the threat of war will be over. Relax, those two kings that have you so worried will be out of the picture. But also be warned: God will bring on you and your people and your government a judgment worse than anything since the time the kingdom split, when Ephraim left Judah. The king of Assyria is coming!"

18-19That's when God will whistle for the flies at the headwaters of Egypt's Nile, and whistle for the bees in the land of Assyria. They'll come and infest every nook and cranny of this country. There'll be no getting away from them.

20And that's when the Master will take the razor rented from across the Euphrates—the king of Assyria no less!—and shave the hair off your heads and genitals, leaving you shamed, exposed, and denuded. He'll shave off your beards while he's at it.

21-22It will be a time when survivors will count themselves lucky to have a cow and a couple of sheep. At least they'll have plenty of milk! Whoever's left in the land will learn to make do with the simplest foods—curds, whey, and honey.

23-25But that's not the end of it. This country that used to be covered with fine vineyards—thousands of them, worth millions!—will revert to a weed patch. Weeds and thornbushes everywhere! Good for nothing except, perhaps, hunting rabbits. Cattle and sheep will forage as best they can in the fields of weeds—but there won't be a trace of all those fertile and well-tended gardens and fields.