the_rayway
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Hi All,
This is kind of spurred by Jamesngalveston's "What you couldn't do without" thread. I would love to hear Christmas memories from others out there; we all grew up so differently and in such different times.
Here's mine:
My mother grew up in Manitoba in a two room house without running water. One room was the bedroom for the whole family, the other was the kitchen/living room/dining room.
Because there was no floor space with a family of 6 living there, when Christmas came, Grandpa would hang a tiny living spruce over the kitchen table. No matter how hard things were, he made sure that everyone had something to open on Christmas Eve.
When I was about 6 years old, the Christmas after my Grandpa died, my Dad decided to hang a Christmas tree in our stairwell beside our kitchen table as a surprise for her. Her eyes filled with tears and she laughed and cried and hugged him so hard. Then she shared her Christmas stories with us again.
Now with my own family, we also have a tree hanging in our upstairs stairwell. Any of use can look out of our bedroom doors at night and see the lights twinkling against the walls. All of the ornaments are homemade, so far, only mine and my husband's from our childhood. But with the kids getting older, they will start adding to it every year as well.
This is our little piece of Christmas family history.
This is kind of spurred by Jamesngalveston's "What you couldn't do without" thread. I would love to hear Christmas memories from others out there; we all grew up so differently and in such different times.
Here's mine:
My mother grew up in Manitoba in a two room house without running water. One room was the bedroom for the whole family, the other was the kitchen/living room/dining room.
Because there was no floor space with a family of 6 living there, when Christmas came, Grandpa would hang a tiny living spruce over the kitchen table. No matter how hard things were, he made sure that everyone had something to open on Christmas Eve.
When I was about 6 years old, the Christmas after my Grandpa died, my Dad decided to hang a Christmas tree in our stairwell beside our kitchen table as a surprise for her. Her eyes filled with tears and she laughed and cried and hugged him so hard. Then she shared her Christmas stories with us again.
Now with my own family, we also have a tree hanging in our upstairs stairwell. Any of use can look out of our bedroom doors at night and see the lights twinkling against the walls. All of the ornaments are homemade, so far, only mine and my husband's from our childhood. But with the kids getting older, they will start adding to it every year as well.
This is our little piece of Christmas family history.