My parents were poor and had 6 kids. But every Christmas we had a big live tree, and lots of presents. They must have stayed awake all night putting them under the tree with six kids too. They'd let us sneak in and peek around the tree at 4am but we couldn't open any until we had our breakfast.
My dad would then hand out the gifts, and always had a joke where he'd read the tags and say they all read "To:Dad"
Yes, they made things very special and I love them dearly for it..
2007-12-22 00:59:28
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answered by Anonymous
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Christmas was always special when I was little. My parents and brother (who is 18 years older than me) always went all out at Christmas. I was terrified of Santa, and never wanted to go sit on his knee and tell him what I wanted. I always worried I wouldn't get anything because Santa didn't know what I wanted. Mom and Dad would tell him, of course, and it always was there under the tree Christmas morning. My brother would make tracks in the snow and ring jingle bells outside late Christmas Eve so I would run and get in bed and cover my head. Now, I try to make Christmas special for others who may not have a great Christmas otherwise. I believe in paying it forward. Have a Merry Christmas!
2007-12-22 10:46:10
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answered by Starscape 6
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I was an only child so I missed the excitement of having brothers and sisters to share Christmas with, but I still loved opening presents and seeing what Santa brought. I remember waking up in the early morning, in my cold bedroom (we lived on a farm, and my bedroom was upstairs, so I could always see my breath in the morning) and running downstairs to get next to the wood stove, and opening my Santa presents, and my stocking. Mama always brought me a cup of cocoa (Daddy was already in the barn milking the cows, so he was never there when I opened my presents), and sat with me while I opened them. When Daddy came back up to the house and we had breakfast, then we opened the presents from each other.
They never really went the extra mile, but I have pleasant memories of Christmas.
2007-12-22 13:10:16
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answered by Isadora 6
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My parents always had an Xmas Eve party, about 40 to 60 neighbors and work colleagues. We would stay up til about midnight "partying" with the adults. Once to bed, we could never sleep with the excitement of the party and the imminent arrival of Santa. We knew that as long as we could hear residual people still at the party, Santa hadn't arrived yet. Well..so we thought....When I was nine, I got up to see how few people were still there, and it wasn't more than four. The problem is, I saw my parents bringing "Santa's" gifts up the stairs. I realized immediately the truth and it broke my heart. But, yes, I always appreciated my parents carry on that tradition. Have a very nice Xmas
2007-12-22 08:57:37
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answered by njmarknj 5
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I was raised by my daddy at his parent's home. My mother died when I was a baby and that changed EVERYTHING. I wanted Christmas to be magical but my grandmother wouldn't let me believe in Santa Claus. Gifts were very scarce. I had one Christmas tree as a child. It had one string of lights and three ornaments. I thought it was beautiful. But the next year I was told "you had one last year."
When I married and had children I made sure Christmas was a BIG BIG deal!! Now my daughter and son-in-law do the same. They have six little ones, custody of 2 special needs adult relatives and foster children. Christmas is going to be so lovely!!
2007-12-22 10:49:41
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answered by missingora 7
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Mom always went way over the top with little extras like putting bits of cotton in the french doors so we would think it was Santas beard and make tracks in the snow. We always left cookies and somebody ate them before we got up. I am glad I have the memories.
2007-12-22 08:48:19
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answered by Aloha_Ann 7
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When my sis and I were young mothers we sat up until wee hours of the morning wrapping presents for her son and my daughter, they were about 4. The more we wrapped the more tired we got. In the middle of the signing, "from Santa", she said I'm putting from mom and dad he's not taking credit for all this hard work!!! We put the bikes and big toys out right before they got up and they were from "Santa"!! I look back at those days and really laugh!!!
2007-12-22 10:07:17
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answered by ndnquah 6
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On Christmas eve, my dad would take us to "Candy Lane" and see all the beautifully decorated houses , when we got back, Santa had arrived! We opened out gifts on Christmas eve. I miss my parents and those happy moments that were "magical" for a child.
2007-12-22 12:32:48
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answered by slk29406 6
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Christmas was the most magical time of the year for us. We had 26 buildings in our colony and Santa Claus would suddenly appear on any one of the terrace. In those days, we really believed Santa Claus came from heaven and showered gifts. We were so awed when we received gifts from his hands.
2007-12-22 09:48:46
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answered by Manali N 1
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My Dad *loved* Christmas!! There were six of us kids in the family and he would get sooo excited...around 3-4 am he would stand at the bottom of the stairs and in a booming voice yell "HO! HO! HO!" and would just beam when he saw all of us run down the stairs to see what Santa brought us! Then he proceeded to let my mother stay up with all of us while he went back to bed!! LOL! (*loved* my dad! he was sooo cool! I lost him 23 years ago to cancer....Merry Christmas Daddy!)
2007-12-22 08:43:48
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answered by auntcookie84 6
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