Pat here!
Like last year, the Wenches are celebrating the traditional Twelve Days of Christmas (follow the snopes link or this one: http://www.snopes.com/holidays/christmas/music/12days.asp for a historical look at the song. Who knew such a silly song could cause so much controversy?) which run from Christmas Day to January 6th, the eve of Epiphany.
Each day during the season, a Wench will post a short fun holiday blog.
We've been throwing around ideas of childhood memories and snow. I don’t “do” snow, apparently not even in childhood since I have no pictures of me in winter, except in front of a fire or a Christmas tree. So I'm offering a memory and not a joyous wintry greeting today.
See that innocent child hugging her dollies? That child hated dollies. She later robbed her baby brother of the lion he’s holding in the second picture, because Leo was obviously meant for her, not an infant 
who would just slobber all over the proud lion.
I’m not saying Santa makes mistakes, but someone did! Despite all the stuffed animals collected over the years, Leo remained my staunch companion through the trials and tribulations of the teenage years. I even learned to bandage his many wounds!
How about you? Do you have favorite Christmas memories to share?
Wench Memo:
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I understand your frustration, Pat. My parents gave me dolls for Christmas several times; to this day I don’t know for sure if they did it because that was the hot toy of the year, or because they wanted me to be a different kind of little girl, or some combo of the two, but I like to think they were doing their best and just hadn’t noticed that I loved cowboys and animals and loathed dolls 🙂
The year that I got a set of 12 dolls of all nations (which you couldn’t even do anything with as they were for show only), my brother Bill gave me the greatest Christmas present I ever got. Bill never wrapped gifts; he would sleepily watch us all unwrap ours and then he would go dig around in his sock drawer and pull out a gift which was dead on for that recipient. In my case it was a copy of A Touch of Greatness by CW Anderson, with its wonderful illustrations and tales of race horses who never made it to the top rank but had a touch of something special about them. It was just what I wuold have asked for and I read it to bits. I still have it. It’s falling apart now and much the worse for wear from tracing the pictures but it’s still out where I can see it, and whenever I do, I am grateful all over again to that dear man who gave me a book for who I was, not who I was supposed to be.
I understand your frustration, Pat. My parents gave me dolls for Christmas several times; to this day I don’t know for sure if they did it because that was the hot toy of the year, or because they wanted me to be a different kind of little girl, or some combo of the two, but I like to think they were doing their best and just hadn’t noticed that I loved cowboys and animals and loathed dolls 🙂
The year that I got a set of 12 dolls of all nations (which you couldn’t even do anything with as they were for show only), my brother Bill gave me the greatest Christmas present I ever got. Bill never wrapped gifts; he would sleepily watch us all unwrap ours and then he would go dig around in his sock drawer and pull out a gift which was dead on for that recipient. In my case it was a copy of A Touch of Greatness by CW Anderson, with its wonderful illustrations and tales of race horses who never made it to the top rank but had a touch of something special about them. It was just what I wuold have asked for and I read it to bits. I still have it. It’s falling apart now and much the worse for wear from tracing the pictures but it’s still out where I can see it, and whenever I do, I am grateful all over again to that dear man who gave me a book for who I was, not who I was supposed to be.
I understand your frustration, Pat. My parents gave me dolls for Christmas several times; to this day I don’t know for sure if they did it because that was the hot toy of the year, or because they wanted me to be a different kind of little girl, or some combo of the two, but I like to think they were doing their best and just hadn’t noticed that I loved cowboys and animals and loathed dolls 🙂
The year that I got a set of 12 dolls of all nations (which you couldn’t even do anything with as they were for show only), my brother Bill gave me the greatest Christmas present I ever got. Bill never wrapped gifts; he would sleepily watch us all unwrap ours and then he would go dig around in his sock drawer and pull out a gift which was dead on for that recipient. In my case it was a copy of A Touch of Greatness by CW Anderson, with its wonderful illustrations and tales of race horses who never made it to the top rank but had a touch of something special about them. It was just what I wuold have asked for and I read it to bits. I still have it. It’s falling apart now and much the worse for wear from tracing the pictures but it’s still out where I can see it, and whenever I do, I am grateful all over again to that dear man who gave me a book for who I was, not who I was supposed to be.
I understand your frustration, Pat. My parents gave me dolls for Christmas several times; to this day I don’t know for sure if they did it because that was the hot toy of the year, or because they wanted me to be a different kind of little girl, or some combo of the two, but I like to think they were doing their best and just hadn’t noticed that I loved cowboys and animals and loathed dolls 🙂
The year that I got a set of 12 dolls of all nations (which you couldn’t even do anything with as they were for show only), my brother Bill gave me the greatest Christmas present I ever got. Bill never wrapped gifts; he would sleepily watch us all unwrap ours and then he would go dig around in his sock drawer and pull out a gift which was dead on for that recipient. In my case it was a copy of A Touch of Greatness by CW Anderson, with its wonderful illustrations and tales of race horses who never made it to the top rank but had a touch of something special about them. It was just what I wuold have asked for and I read it to bits. I still have it. It’s falling apart now and much the worse for wear from tracing the pictures but it’s still out where I can see it, and whenever I do, I am grateful all over again to that dear man who gave me a book for who I was, not who I was supposed to be.
I understand your frustration, Pat. My parents gave me dolls for Christmas several times; to this day I don’t know for sure if they did it because that was the hot toy of the year, or because they wanted me to be a different kind of little girl, or some combo of the two, but I like to think they were doing their best and just hadn’t noticed that I loved cowboys and animals and loathed dolls 🙂
The year that I got a set of 12 dolls of all nations (which you couldn’t even do anything with as they were for show only), my brother Bill gave me the greatest Christmas present I ever got. Bill never wrapped gifts; he would sleepily watch us all unwrap ours and then he would go dig around in his sock drawer and pull out a gift which was dead on for that recipient. In my case it was a copy of A Touch of Greatness by CW Anderson, with its wonderful illustrations and tales of race horses who never made it to the top rank but had a touch of something special about them. It was just what I wuold have asked for and I read it to bits. I still have it. It’s falling apart now and much the worse for wear from tracing the pictures but it’s still out where I can see it, and whenever I do, I am grateful all over again to that dear man who gave me a book for who I was, not who I was supposed to be.
One year Santa brought me just what I asked for —Betsy Wetsy. Yes, whoever thought a peeing doll was a good thing? I loved her though; loved dolls in general.My mother made clothes for all of them and they had more outfits than I did.
Happy Holidays, Wenches and Readers!
One year Santa brought me just what I asked for —Betsy Wetsy. Yes, whoever thought a peeing doll was a good thing? I loved her though; loved dolls in general.My mother made clothes for all of them and they had more outfits than I did.
Happy Holidays, Wenches and Readers!
One year Santa brought me just what I asked for —Betsy Wetsy. Yes, whoever thought a peeing doll was a good thing? I loved her though; loved dolls in general.My mother made clothes for all of them and they had more outfits than I did.
Happy Holidays, Wenches and Readers!
One year Santa brought me just what I asked for —Betsy Wetsy. Yes, whoever thought a peeing doll was a good thing? I loved her though; loved dolls in general.My mother made clothes for all of them and they had more outfits than I did.
Happy Holidays, Wenches and Readers!
One year Santa brought me just what I asked for —Betsy Wetsy. Yes, whoever thought a peeing doll was a good thing? I loved her though; loved dolls in general.My mother made clothes for all of them and they had more outfits than I did.
Happy Holidays, Wenches and Readers!
one year my dad got me a very large fuzzy baby blue bear. It was before gift bags were common so he “wrapped” it in a garbage bag. I was glad it wasn’t garbage but the bear (which I loved & still have) when I saw my name on it and opened it up. An early example of recycling before it was hipp — my gift bag was then used for all the other wrappings clean up.
Happy Holidays all!
one year my dad got me a very large fuzzy baby blue bear. It was before gift bags were common so he “wrapped” it in a garbage bag. I was glad it wasn’t garbage but the bear (which I loved & still have) when I saw my name on it and opened it up. An early example of recycling before it was hipp — my gift bag was then used for all the other wrappings clean up.
Happy Holidays all!
one year my dad got me a very large fuzzy baby blue bear. It was before gift bags were common so he “wrapped” it in a garbage bag. I was glad it wasn’t garbage but the bear (which I loved & still have) when I saw my name on it and opened it up. An early example of recycling before it was hipp — my gift bag was then used for all the other wrappings clean up.
Happy Holidays all!
one year my dad got me a very large fuzzy baby blue bear. It was before gift bags were common so he “wrapped” it in a garbage bag. I was glad it wasn’t garbage but the bear (which I loved & still have) when I saw my name on it and opened it up. An early example of recycling before it was hipp — my gift bag was then used for all the other wrappings clean up.
Happy Holidays all!
one year my dad got me a very large fuzzy baby blue bear. It was before gift bags were common so he “wrapped” it in a garbage bag. I was glad it wasn’t garbage but the bear (which I loved & still have) when I saw my name on it and opened it up. An early example of recycling before it was hipp — my gift bag was then used for all the other wrappings clean up.
Happy Holidays all!
The first Christmas I had was when I was about 6. (We were staying with my father — my mother didn’t celebrate Christmas.) I was eager to believe in Santa, despite the fact that he’s never come before, and was intrigued when I got a Barbie doll outfit in my stocking. This turned to confusion when we unwrapped gifts and I got… a Ken doll. Turned out there was a Barbie too, but this might have been my first introduction to the possibility of alternative lifestyles. 🙂 Then again, I grew up in Manhatten, so probably not!
The first Christmas I had was when I was about 6. (We were staying with my father — my mother didn’t celebrate Christmas.) I was eager to believe in Santa, despite the fact that he’s never come before, and was intrigued when I got a Barbie doll outfit in my stocking. This turned to confusion when we unwrapped gifts and I got… a Ken doll. Turned out there was a Barbie too, but this might have been my first introduction to the possibility of alternative lifestyles. 🙂 Then again, I grew up in Manhatten, so probably not!
The first Christmas I had was when I was about 6. (We were staying with my father — my mother didn’t celebrate Christmas.) I was eager to believe in Santa, despite the fact that he’s never come before, and was intrigued when I got a Barbie doll outfit in my stocking. This turned to confusion when we unwrapped gifts and I got… a Ken doll. Turned out there was a Barbie too, but this might have been my first introduction to the possibility of alternative lifestyles. 🙂 Then again, I grew up in Manhatten, so probably not!
The first Christmas I had was when I was about 6. (We were staying with my father — my mother didn’t celebrate Christmas.) I was eager to believe in Santa, despite the fact that he’s never come before, and was intrigued when I got a Barbie doll outfit in my stocking. This turned to confusion when we unwrapped gifts and I got… a Ken doll. Turned out there was a Barbie too, but this might have been my first introduction to the possibility of alternative lifestyles. 🙂 Then again, I grew up in Manhatten, so probably not!
The first Christmas I had was when I was about 6. (We were staying with my father — my mother didn’t celebrate Christmas.) I was eager to believe in Santa, despite the fact that he’s never come before, and was intrigued when I got a Barbie doll outfit in my stocking. This turned to confusion when we unwrapped gifts and I got… a Ken doll. Turned out there was a Barbie too, but this might have been my first introduction to the possibility of alternative lifestyles. 🙂 Then again, I grew up in Manhatten, so probably not!
Actually, I have a Christmas memory that is similar to yours, Pat. When I was four or five, I received a fluffy pink stuffed dog toy. How I loved that dog. Every night for years, I hugged him as I went to sleep. His fluff rubbed away, his button eyes fell off and my mother had to sew up holes to keep his stuffing inside. No matter, I still loved him. I kept him in a place of honor until I went off to college. One time when I came back, he was gone. Sniff.
Actually, I have a Christmas memory that is similar to yours, Pat. When I was four or five, I received a fluffy pink stuffed dog toy. How I loved that dog. Every night for years, I hugged him as I went to sleep. His fluff rubbed away, his button eyes fell off and my mother had to sew up holes to keep his stuffing inside. No matter, I still loved him. I kept him in a place of honor until I went off to college. One time when I came back, he was gone. Sniff.
Actually, I have a Christmas memory that is similar to yours, Pat. When I was four or five, I received a fluffy pink stuffed dog toy. How I loved that dog. Every night for years, I hugged him as I went to sleep. His fluff rubbed away, his button eyes fell off and my mother had to sew up holes to keep his stuffing inside. No matter, I still loved him. I kept him in a place of honor until I went off to college. One time when I came back, he was gone. Sniff.
Actually, I have a Christmas memory that is similar to yours, Pat. When I was four or five, I received a fluffy pink stuffed dog toy. How I loved that dog. Every night for years, I hugged him as I went to sleep. His fluff rubbed away, his button eyes fell off and my mother had to sew up holes to keep his stuffing inside. No matter, I still loved him. I kept him in a place of honor until I went off to college. One time when I came back, he was gone. Sniff.
Actually, I have a Christmas memory that is similar to yours, Pat. When I was four or five, I received a fluffy pink stuffed dog toy. How I loved that dog. Every night for years, I hugged him as I went to sleep. His fluff rubbed away, his button eyes fell off and my mother had to sew up holes to keep his stuffing inside. No matter, I still loved him. I kept him in a place of honor until I went off to college. One time when I came back, he was gone. Sniff.
LOL, I love these Christmas memories! I remember Betsy Wetsy, too, shudder. Cross dressing Ken, yes! “G”
I’m on the road, meeting the kids tomorrow. Have lots of adventures I don’t have time to write about, but experience is the best gift.
Have a wonderful holiday everyone!
LOL, I love these Christmas memories! I remember Betsy Wetsy, too, shudder. Cross dressing Ken, yes! “G”
I’m on the road, meeting the kids tomorrow. Have lots of adventures I don’t have time to write about, but experience is the best gift.
Have a wonderful holiday everyone!
LOL, I love these Christmas memories! I remember Betsy Wetsy, too, shudder. Cross dressing Ken, yes! “G”
I’m on the road, meeting the kids tomorrow. Have lots of adventures I don’t have time to write about, but experience is the best gift.
Have a wonderful holiday everyone!
LOL, I love these Christmas memories! I remember Betsy Wetsy, too, shudder. Cross dressing Ken, yes! “G”
I’m on the road, meeting the kids tomorrow. Have lots of adventures I don’t have time to write about, but experience is the best gift.
Have a wonderful holiday everyone!
LOL, I love these Christmas memories! I remember Betsy Wetsy, too, shudder. Cross dressing Ken, yes! “G”
I’m on the road, meeting the kids tomorrow. Have lots of adventures I don’t have time to write about, but experience is the best gift.
Have a wonderful holiday everyone!
My favorite Christmas memory is to each year go to the senior citizen living-assisted homes with little gifts for the residents who are so grateful for me spending a little time with them. Many of them are placed in these homes and forgotten. They love Christmas, too. It’s a very special time, a very rewarding time that I look forward to. Remember the older people that are alone with no one to celebrate with them.
My favorite Christmas memory is to each year go to the senior citizen living-assisted homes with little gifts for the residents who are so grateful for me spending a little time with them. Many of them are placed in these homes and forgotten. They love Christmas, too. It’s a very special time, a very rewarding time that I look forward to. Remember the older people that are alone with no one to celebrate with them.
My favorite Christmas memory is to each year go to the senior citizen living-assisted homes with little gifts for the residents who are so grateful for me spending a little time with them. Many of them are placed in these homes and forgotten. They love Christmas, too. It’s a very special time, a very rewarding time that I look forward to. Remember the older people that are alone with no one to celebrate with them.
My favorite Christmas memory is to each year go to the senior citizen living-assisted homes with little gifts for the residents who are so grateful for me spending a little time with them. Many of them are placed in these homes and forgotten. They love Christmas, too. It’s a very special time, a very rewarding time that I look forward to. Remember the older people that are alone with no one to celebrate with them.
My favorite Christmas memory is to each year go to the senior citizen living-assisted homes with little gifts for the residents who are so grateful for me spending a little time with them. Many of them are placed in these homes and forgotten. They love Christmas, too. It’s a very special time, a very rewarding time that I look forward to. Remember the older people that are alone with no one to celebrate with them.
I love animals, and I have a houseful of cats. They were all rescue/abuse cases, and they are wonderful pets. One Christmas, friends of mine who had known me for most of my life and knew about my cat family gave me a Beta Fish as a gift. It was really very beautiful, but totally inappropriate. I knew from the moment that I saw him that he couldn’t stay. I did try, but no matter where I moved his bowl, the cats saw his movement…and watched…and waited. So, a few days after Christmas, I carefully placed Mr. Fish and his dish in a padded box and drove him to my friends’ house, apologizing to him all the way. Even after I explained to my friends that the fish wasn’t safe at my house, they acted like they just didn’t understand what I was saying. Truly one of the most clueless gifts that I have ever received!
I love animals, and I have a houseful of cats. They were all rescue/abuse cases, and they are wonderful pets. One Christmas, friends of mine who had known me for most of my life and knew about my cat family gave me a Beta Fish as a gift. It was really very beautiful, but totally inappropriate. I knew from the moment that I saw him that he couldn’t stay. I did try, but no matter where I moved his bowl, the cats saw his movement…and watched…and waited. So, a few days after Christmas, I carefully placed Mr. Fish and his dish in a padded box and drove him to my friends’ house, apologizing to him all the way. Even after I explained to my friends that the fish wasn’t safe at my house, they acted like they just didn’t understand what I was saying. Truly one of the most clueless gifts that I have ever received!
I love animals, and I have a houseful of cats. They were all rescue/abuse cases, and they are wonderful pets. One Christmas, friends of mine who had known me for most of my life and knew about my cat family gave me a Beta Fish as a gift. It was really very beautiful, but totally inappropriate. I knew from the moment that I saw him that he couldn’t stay. I did try, but no matter where I moved his bowl, the cats saw his movement…and watched…and waited. So, a few days after Christmas, I carefully placed Mr. Fish and his dish in a padded box and drove him to my friends’ house, apologizing to him all the way. Even after I explained to my friends that the fish wasn’t safe at my house, they acted like they just didn’t understand what I was saying. Truly one of the most clueless gifts that I have ever received!
I love animals, and I have a houseful of cats. They were all rescue/abuse cases, and they are wonderful pets. One Christmas, friends of mine who had known me for most of my life and knew about my cat family gave me a Beta Fish as a gift. It was really very beautiful, but totally inappropriate. I knew from the moment that I saw him that he couldn’t stay. I did try, but no matter where I moved his bowl, the cats saw his movement…and watched…and waited. So, a few days after Christmas, I carefully placed Mr. Fish and his dish in a padded box and drove him to my friends’ house, apologizing to him all the way. Even after I explained to my friends that the fish wasn’t safe at my house, they acted like they just didn’t understand what I was saying. Truly one of the most clueless gifts that I have ever received!
I love animals, and I have a houseful of cats. They were all rescue/abuse cases, and they are wonderful pets. One Christmas, friends of mine who had known me for most of my life and knew about my cat family gave me a Beta Fish as a gift. It was really very beautiful, but totally inappropriate. I knew from the moment that I saw him that he couldn’t stay. I did try, but no matter where I moved his bowl, the cats saw his movement…and watched…and waited. So, a few days after Christmas, I carefully placed Mr. Fish and his dish in a padded box and drove him to my friends’ house, apologizing to him all the way. Even after I explained to my friends that the fish wasn’t safe at my house, they acted like they just didn’t understand what I was saying. Truly one of the most clueless gifts that I have ever received!
I was a little girl who liked getting dolls so some of my favorite Christmas memories were of getting the doll I wanted like the Chrissy doll whose hair could grow.
I was a little girl who liked getting dolls so some of my favorite Christmas memories were of getting the doll I wanted like the Chrissy doll whose hair could grow.
I was a little girl who liked getting dolls so some of my favorite Christmas memories were of getting the doll I wanted like the Chrissy doll whose hair could grow.
I was a little girl who liked getting dolls so some of my favorite Christmas memories were of getting the doll I wanted like the Chrissy doll whose hair could grow.
I was a little girl who liked getting dolls so some of my favorite Christmas memories were of getting the doll I wanted like the Chrissy doll whose hair could grow.
Mark me as another who had no use for dolls,though Cross Dressing Ken might have been fun to have a cup of coffee with. *g* I liked stuffed animalss, as well as live ones.
But giving a fish to a person with a houseful of cats???? Beyond clueless!
Mark me as another who had no use for dolls,though Cross Dressing Ken might have been fun to have a cup of coffee with. *g* I liked stuffed animalss, as well as live ones.
But giving a fish to a person with a houseful of cats???? Beyond clueless!
Mark me as another who had no use for dolls,though Cross Dressing Ken might have been fun to have a cup of coffee with. *g* I liked stuffed animalss, as well as live ones.
But giving a fish to a person with a houseful of cats???? Beyond clueless!
Mark me as another who had no use for dolls,though Cross Dressing Ken might have been fun to have a cup of coffee with. *g* I liked stuffed animalss, as well as live ones.
But giving a fish to a person with a houseful of cats???? Beyond clueless!
Mark me as another who had no use for dolls,though Cross Dressing Ken might have been fun to have a cup of coffee with. *g* I liked stuffed animalss, as well as live ones.
But giving a fish to a person with a houseful of cats???? Beyond clueless!
I was about ten when a great aunt sent me the book “Swiss Family Robinson”. I could hardly wait to get into a corner to read it. Another Christmas, I remember fondly, I received a 45 record player. I was in heaven! My brother suggested the opera Aida, Clare De lune, & a couple of “rock n roll”. I drove the family nuts playing all of them over & over, but I loved those records!
I was about ten when a great aunt sent me the book “Swiss Family Robinson”. I could hardly wait to get into a corner to read it. Another Christmas, I remember fondly, I received a 45 record player. I was in heaven! My brother suggested the opera Aida, Clare De lune, & a couple of “rock n roll”. I drove the family nuts playing all of them over & over, but I loved those records!
I was about ten when a great aunt sent me the book “Swiss Family Robinson”. I could hardly wait to get into a corner to read it. Another Christmas, I remember fondly, I received a 45 record player. I was in heaven! My brother suggested the opera Aida, Clare De lune, & a couple of “rock n roll”. I drove the family nuts playing all of them over & over, but I loved those records!
I was about ten when a great aunt sent me the book “Swiss Family Robinson”. I could hardly wait to get into a corner to read it. Another Christmas, I remember fondly, I received a 45 record player. I was in heaven! My brother suggested the opera Aida, Clare De lune, & a couple of “rock n roll”. I drove the family nuts playing all of them over & over, but I loved those records!
I was about ten when a great aunt sent me the book “Swiss Family Robinson”. I could hardly wait to get into a corner to read it. Another Christmas, I remember fondly, I received a 45 record player. I was in heaven! My brother suggested the opera Aida, Clare De lune, & a couple of “rock n roll”. I drove the family nuts playing all of them over & over, but I loved those records!
Except for the poor fish “G”, wonderful memories! My granddaughter went with her group to a senior citizens home for the first time this year to sing. I think all concerned were thrilled. It’s a wonderful time of year to share.
Hope everyone had a wonderful, wonderful Christmas!
Except for the poor fish “G”, wonderful memories! My granddaughter went with her group to a senior citizens home for the first time this year to sing. I think all concerned were thrilled. It’s a wonderful time of year to share.
Hope everyone had a wonderful, wonderful Christmas!
Except for the poor fish “G”, wonderful memories! My granddaughter went with her group to a senior citizens home for the first time this year to sing. I think all concerned were thrilled. It’s a wonderful time of year to share.
Hope everyone had a wonderful, wonderful Christmas!
Except for the poor fish “G”, wonderful memories! My granddaughter went with her group to a senior citizens home for the first time this year to sing. I think all concerned were thrilled. It’s a wonderful time of year to share.
Hope everyone had a wonderful, wonderful Christmas!
Except for the poor fish “G”, wonderful memories! My granddaughter went with her group to a senior citizens home for the first time this year to sing. I think all concerned were thrilled. It’s a wonderful time of year to share.
Hope everyone had a wonderful, wonderful Christmas!
My favorite memories are when my little brother would come get me up at the crack of dawn and we would tour the living room and den to look at all the packages and try to guess what was in them and our stockings. We would then get back in my bed and discuss the possibilities until we were allowed to wake my parents up at 7am. The dream gifts and non-fighting time with my brother were the best gift of all.
My favorite memories are when my little brother would come get me up at the crack of dawn and we would tour the living room and den to look at all the packages and try to guess what was in them and our stockings. We would then get back in my bed and discuss the possibilities until we were allowed to wake my parents up at 7am. The dream gifts and non-fighting time with my brother were the best gift of all.
My favorite memories are when my little brother would come get me up at the crack of dawn and we would tour the living room and den to look at all the packages and try to guess what was in them and our stockings. We would then get back in my bed and discuss the possibilities until we were allowed to wake my parents up at 7am. The dream gifts and non-fighting time with my brother were the best gift of all.
My favorite memories are when my little brother would come get me up at the crack of dawn and we would tour the living room and den to look at all the packages and try to guess what was in them and our stockings. We would then get back in my bed and discuss the possibilities until we were allowed to wake my parents up at 7am. The dream gifts and non-fighting time with my brother were the best gift of all.
My favorite memories are when my little brother would come get me up at the crack of dawn and we would tour the living room and den to look at all the packages and try to guess what was in them and our stockings. We would then get back in my bed and discuss the possibilities until we were allowed to wake my parents up at 7am. The dream gifts and non-fighting time with my brother were the best gift of all.
Poor little thing! It’s heartbreaking when you’re a kid and Santa doesn’t bring what you wanted. I remember really wanting a Cabbage Patch doll when I was about 7, but I didn’t know my parents couldn’t afford one. Strangely, my great-aunt (who must’ve been in her 60s) had received a Cabbage Patch doll from someone who clearly didn’t know her at all. When she arrived at our house for Christmas lunch and saw me crying, she rushed home and re-wrapped the doll. She left it on the front porch with a note from Santa saying he was sorry he’d forgotten to drop it off earlier. She rang the doorbell and went around to the other side of the house.
What a wonderful woman she was. I’ll never forget how thrilled I was. I can’t remember how, but I knew it was from her.
Poor little thing! It’s heartbreaking when you’re a kid and Santa doesn’t bring what you wanted. I remember really wanting a Cabbage Patch doll when I was about 7, but I didn’t know my parents couldn’t afford one. Strangely, my great-aunt (who must’ve been in her 60s) had received a Cabbage Patch doll from someone who clearly didn’t know her at all. When she arrived at our house for Christmas lunch and saw me crying, she rushed home and re-wrapped the doll. She left it on the front porch with a note from Santa saying he was sorry he’d forgotten to drop it off earlier. She rang the doorbell and went around to the other side of the house.
What a wonderful woman she was. I’ll never forget how thrilled I was. I can’t remember how, but I knew it was from her.
Poor little thing! It’s heartbreaking when you’re a kid and Santa doesn’t bring what you wanted. I remember really wanting a Cabbage Patch doll when I was about 7, but I didn’t know my parents couldn’t afford one. Strangely, my great-aunt (who must’ve been in her 60s) had received a Cabbage Patch doll from someone who clearly didn’t know her at all. When she arrived at our house for Christmas lunch and saw me crying, she rushed home and re-wrapped the doll. She left it on the front porch with a note from Santa saying he was sorry he’d forgotten to drop it off earlier. She rang the doorbell and went around to the other side of the house.
What a wonderful woman she was. I’ll never forget how thrilled I was. I can’t remember how, but I knew it was from her.
Poor little thing! It’s heartbreaking when you’re a kid and Santa doesn’t bring what you wanted. I remember really wanting a Cabbage Patch doll when I was about 7, but I didn’t know my parents couldn’t afford one. Strangely, my great-aunt (who must’ve been in her 60s) had received a Cabbage Patch doll from someone who clearly didn’t know her at all. When she arrived at our house for Christmas lunch and saw me crying, she rushed home and re-wrapped the doll. She left it on the front porch with a note from Santa saying he was sorry he’d forgotten to drop it off earlier. She rang the doorbell and went around to the other side of the house.
What a wonderful woman she was. I’ll never forget how thrilled I was. I can’t remember how, but I knew it was from her.
Poor little thing! It’s heartbreaking when you’re a kid and Santa doesn’t bring what you wanted. I remember really wanting a Cabbage Patch doll when I was about 7, but I didn’t know my parents couldn’t afford one. Strangely, my great-aunt (who must’ve been in her 60s) had received a Cabbage Patch doll from someone who clearly didn’t know her at all. When she arrived at our house for Christmas lunch and saw me crying, she rushed home and re-wrapped the doll. She left it on the front porch with a note from Santa saying he was sorry he’d forgotten to drop it off earlier. She rang the doorbell and went around to the other side of the house.
What a wonderful woman she was. I’ll never forget how thrilled I was. I can’t remember how, but I knew it was from her.
Oh, Katrina, what a wonderful aunt!
I still have the two dolls and the teddy bear my paternal grandfather gave me for my first Christmas. He died when I was three, so I don’t remember much about him. The baby doll is in pretty good shape for being over 50 years old. The bride doll, however, suffered an unfortunate trip to my hair salon when I was about six. The teddy bear, Bernie, has traveled all over the world with me. He is worn out and has had his eyes replaced a number of times, but every time I pick him up I think of the grandfather I never really knew – a half British / half Welsh Pennsylvania coal miner who (so they tell me) used to sing me to sleep with Danny Boy in Welsh, of all things!
Oh, Katrina, what a wonderful aunt!
I still have the two dolls and the teddy bear my paternal grandfather gave me for my first Christmas. He died when I was three, so I don’t remember much about him. The baby doll is in pretty good shape for being over 50 years old. The bride doll, however, suffered an unfortunate trip to my hair salon when I was about six. The teddy bear, Bernie, has traveled all over the world with me. He is worn out and has had his eyes replaced a number of times, but every time I pick him up I think of the grandfather I never really knew – a half British / half Welsh Pennsylvania coal miner who (so they tell me) used to sing me to sleep with Danny Boy in Welsh, of all things!
Oh, Katrina, what a wonderful aunt!
I still have the two dolls and the teddy bear my paternal grandfather gave me for my first Christmas. He died when I was three, so I don’t remember much about him. The baby doll is in pretty good shape for being over 50 years old. The bride doll, however, suffered an unfortunate trip to my hair salon when I was about six. The teddy bear, Bernie, has traveled all over the world with me. He is worn out and has had his eyes replaced a number of times, but every time I pick him up I think of the grandfather I never really knew – a half British / half Welsh Pennsylvania coal miner who (so they tell me) used to sing me to sleep with Danny Boy in Welsh, of all things!
Oh, Katrina, what a wonderful aunt!
I still have the two dolls and the teddy bear my paternal grandfather gave me for my first Christmas. He died when I was three, so I don’t remember much about him. The baby doll is in pretty good shape for being over 50 years old. The bride doll, however, suffered an unfortunate trip to my hair salon when I was about six. The teddy bear, Bernie, has traveled all over the world with me. He is worn out and has had his eyes replaced a number of times, but every time I pick him up I think of the grandfather I never really knew – a half British / half Welsh Pennsylvania coal miner who (so they tell me) used to sing me to sleep with Danny Boy in Welsh, of all things!
Oh, Katrina, what a wonderful aunt!
I still have the two dolls and the teddy bear my paternal grandfather gave me for my first Christmas. He died when I was three, so I don’t remember much about him. The baby doll is in pretty good shape for being over 50 years old. The bride doll, however, suffered an unfortunate trip to my hair salon when I was about six. The teddy bear, Bernie, has traveled all over the world with me. He is worn out and has had his eyes replaced a number of times, but every time I pick him up I think of the grandfather I never really knew – a half British / half Welsh Pennsylvania coal miner who (so they tell me) used to sing me to sleep with Danny Boy in Welsh, of all things!
Many of us know what it is like to have the kids wake up excited on Christmas morning , then coming in to demand we get up so they can open their presents. I can remember listening to them whispering to each other before deciding they couldn’t wait any longer. One year my husband and I work up early and waited almost an hour before the kids woke up and came in to get us. Can’t win.
We solved our sleeping in problem. The kids could get into their stockings before we got up. I always made sure there were a couple small wrapped presents in them along with the candy, nuts and fruit.
Many of us know what it is like to have the kids wake up excited on Christmas morning , then coming in to demand we get up so they can open their presents. I can remember listening to them whispering to each other before deciding they couldn’t wait any longer. One year my husband and I work up early and waited almost an hour before the kids woke up and came in to get us. Can’t win.
We solved our sleeping in problem. The kids could get into their stockings before we got up. I always made sure there were a couple small wrapped presents in them along with the candy, nuts and fruit.
Many of us know what it is like to have the kids wake up excited on Christmas morning , then coming in to demand we get up so they can open their presents. I can remember listening to them whispering to each other before deciding they couldn’t wait any longer. One year my husband and I work up early and waited almost an hour before the kids woke up and came in to get us. Can’t win.
We solved our sleeping in problem. The kids could get into their stockings before we got up. I always made sure there were a couple small wrapped presents in them along with the candy, nuts and fruit.
Many of us know what it is like to have the kids wake up excited on Christmas morning , then coming in to demand we get up so they can open their presents. I can remember listening to them whispering to each other before deciding they couldn’t wait any longer. One year my husband and I work up early and waited almost an hour before the kids woke up and came in to get us. Can’t win.
We solved our sleeping in problem. The kids could get into their stockings before we got up. I always made sure there were a couple small wrapped presents in them along with the candy, nuts and fruit.
Many of us know what it is like to have the kids wake up excited on Christmas morning , then coming in to demand we get up so they can open their presents. I can remember listening to them whispering to each other before deciding they couldn’t wait any longer. One year my husband and I work up early and waited almost an hour before the kids woke up and came in to get us. Can’t win.
We solved our sleeping in problem. The kids could get into their stockings before we got up. I always made sure there were a couple small wrapped presents in them along with the candy, nuts and fruit.