Most Humiliating Memory: Mom enjoyed cross-stitching seasonally appropriate bloomers.
(Who doesn’t, after all, need a good seasonal picture on their butt?!)
She also enjoyed other people getting to appreciate her handiwork.
The Christmas where I have no memories due to puzzle-induced Amnesia:
Top Five Christmas Fashion Disasters: We all wear our proudest, freshly-opened-from-underneath-the-tree outfits on Christmas day. Looking back, I might not should have been QUITE so proud…
5. 1987: I distinctly remember opening this outfit and being SO! EXCITED! because I finally had my first pair of suspenders!
Luckily, it was also my LAST pair of suspenders.
I loved that sweatshirt well. Even after Frosty started
melting away. flaking
It included pants, shirt, headband, AND socks. It was awesome. And don’t miss the fact that I am wearing a fanny pack to really bring my haute look together.
2. Circa 1994: Wow. The heart-crocheted sweater, which when combined with my desperate need to be taught how to weed-wack my eyebrows, made for quite the glamorous look:
And finally, the NUMBER ONE Fashion Disaster: 1988. Oh yes – my Mom DID make us matching pleated plaid skirts to go with our matching Christmas sweaters.
Even my Grandmother was laughing on the inside at that one.
Favorite Christmas Eve Memory: Reading Christmas stories around the fireplace – especially “The Gift of the Magi” and “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.”
It really irritated me when my three year old cousin was better than me:
And even Davy Crockett was a regular high-rise developer.
Santa Memories: Like Ali, I wasn’t a big fan of strangers. Unlike Ali, I felt that the importance of properly conveying my Christmas needs was more important for my dislike of sitting on a stranger’s lap.
And anyway, who doesn’t have a little extra confidence when wearing White Leather Fringed Cowboy boots?
The Christmas Tree:
I don’t remember much about these trips except that I adored their apple cider and it took a LONG time for my Dad to saw down the tree when I had to pee from all of the apple cider that I downed.
My parents had this rule that the Christmas tree had to sit on the porch for 1-3 days before we could bring it in and decorate it.
They always explained that this was to help the branches lower.
No one else has ever heard of this sort of procedure. In fact, hanging ornaments does a great job of lowering branches.
I think that it reality, it was their method of torturing us to see if we would REALLY be good now that the Santa threat was imminent.
We had a wonderfully sweet lady in our Church that made us all pajamas for Christmas morning every year..
The only problem: I hated Nightgowns.
She always made JC and Nick pants pajamas, so I never understood why I couldn’t have pants pajamas.
(I also never understood why I wasn’t allowed to sleep in my underwear the rest of the year like JC. I was all about Women’s Equality, after all.)
Best Christmas Present: I had a four poster bed when I was a kid. I always wanted a canopy on top. One Christmas, my Dad actually constructed a pink canopy on the top of my bed while I was sleeping.
The plan was that I would wake up Christmas morning, look up, and see the wonders that Santa brought me.
However, I woke up and was so excited about Santa coming that I never looked up, ran into my parent’s room (as tradition stated), and had them march me back into my bedroom (after being thoroughly disappointed with my lack of fulfillment of their grand plans, I’m sure) and ask me “Don’t you see anything different??”
Do you have any favorite Christmas memories?