Christmas

 Each of us have a special memory of christmas. Mine is like most it includes food. I remember waking up on Christmas morning with the smell of country ham cooking. Jumpping out of bed and running to the christmas tree to see what Santa has brought me and my brothers. This memory is one of my favorite memories. If you have one please write and you have till the 25th to share it.Phil

My favorite Christmas memory was about 15 years ago.  My son was 14 and my daughter was 13.  We decided that year to stay home all day and spend time together.  No TV, no running out to friends after they opened their presents.  We sat on the floor, opening presents one at a time.  We played every game that my kids received.  We cooked Christmas dinner together and ate together, no distractions.  We laughed all day.  My son is gone now, and Christmas is bittersweet.  He loved it so much.  That is my favorite memory.

Hey Phil, I think my favorite memories have been made since me and my dh have been together .  On Christmas Eve we go riding around and look at Christmas decorations.  This has taken us many miles.  We have even gotten lost while riding around in the counties backroads.  When we get home we fix hot chocolate and open our stockings, and give our fur babies their christmas treats.  we save the rest of the presents for christmas morning.  this year their won't be many presents, but we still have each other and we have come to learn that that is everything. darlene

One of my favorites is the year I was pregnant with my daughter. My husband had been sent to Italy 20 months earlier. He didn't have the rank to take us with him initially so we had spent the previous Christmas apart. My 4 year old son and I had joined him in May of that year. My husband's job in the Army at that time was in the Army Post Office so they were very busy. He had many 20 hour days. There were many days that he and our son didn't see each other awake at all. The military radio station had the dependent children send in their letters to Santa and each night leading up to Christmas they read a couple of them over the air.  Christmas Eve 1975...10 o'clock at night. The last letter read was the one dictated by my son and written by me. In the letter he asked Santa for a baby sister (this was before ultrasounds so we had no idea what we were having) and he asked for all of the people working in the APO to have some time off. The DJ ended by commenting about the hard working men & women of the post office and thanking them for the long hours they had put in making sure everyone got their mail from loved ones back in the states. Thirty minutes later my husband walked in the door. I thought he was home for a quick bite before heading back for the midnight mail call as had been our schedule for the past 4 weeks. No! The plane carrying the mail that would have been distributed at that mail call had been socked in in Germany and he was home for the evening AND had the next 2 days off entirely!! That was the year that the 2 biggest desires of a little boy's heart were answered. He got to spend time with the Daddy he had missed for so long and 2 1/2 months later he got the baby sister we had all prayed for.