Friday, December 2, 2011

Shared Glimpses of Christmas Wish List Contest

December has a way of becoming too busy to think straight.  I'm slow posting the winners for November's Wish List contest due to the fact I'm in charge of my ward's Christmas party which is tonight and a few dozen other excuses.  I picked the winners a few minutes ago and they are Cheri Crane and Vicki Firth.  Congratulations!  Of course that means it's time for a new contest to begin and I'm changing the rules a little bit for this month.  Only those who share a true Christmas experience will be eligible to win the prizes--an LDS fiction novel from my over-flowing shelves.  There will be two winners.

First Candycane

Everyone, for good or bad, has a memorable Christmas story tucked away in their memories.  Please share those experiences here.  I'll try to share some of my memories of Christmases past each week too. The memories may be simple such as the Christmas my son-in-law was at Walter Reed Army hospital and I sent a big package to my daughter's family at
Andrews AirForce Base for Christmas.  My almost three-year-old grandson saw the postman leave the package and became the postman's best friend because there was no way he could be persuaded the gifts came from Grandma and Grandpa.  He knew it was the postman who gave him all those surprises.  Your story may be longer, spiritual, funny, or however you remember the event.  You may enter more than once too.  I'm looking forward to reading glimpses of your past Christmases.
Checking out the Christmas decorations.

4 comments:

Lezlie said...

One memory I'll always cherish is the Christmas my grandparents from Idaho drove down with a couple of huge boxes. My grandpa had made me a cupboard that was taller than me. He also made a desk for one of my sisters. We both cherish those handmade items to this day.

David G. Woolley said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
David G. Woolley said...

My grandfather served as mission president in Billings Montana. One Christmas, when I was a young boy, we traveled to Montana to spend the holiday. After a wonderful Christmas celebration at the mission home on Christmas day, my Grandfather set out a large box on the curb filled with torn bows, crumpled wrapping paper and discarded gift boxes for a special garbage collection the city ran the very next day. Before we figured out that grandpa set our gifts on the curb, and that the large box inside the home was filled with used wrapping paper, all our gifts were in the city dump. It was the first year we went without any tangible evidence of having celebrated Christmas, but it ended up being one of the best. We sang. We enjoyed each other’s company. We played games. Imagine that. One of the best Christmas celebrations and there not a single "present" to show for it.

Runaway Bridal Planner said...

A memory I will cherish and remember..
Is a few years back just before Christmas my father was sent to the hospital with blood clots in his lungs and kidneys. It was very serious and instead of a regular Christmas that year (Opening presents, big dinner, ect..)
We got together as a family in a small hospital room, ordered a christmas special hosptital cafeteria meal, and played UNO and Phase 10 together.
We realized that being together as a family even in a hospital, was a far better Christmas than presents and all the trimmings.
On a side note, my father was released just before the new year and we celebrated the opening of the presents and did all the traditional stuff then:)