Comments on: My favorite childhood Christmas gift

By: Santa

Santa — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 01:01:56 +0000

Santa takes notice of children who peek. They may not find anything else from Santa under the tree if they do!!!

By: Sherry

Sherry — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 00:39:08 +0000

In coming back to this a year later, I have yet another memorable Christmas. Again, I don’t really remember how old I was but I’m sure by today’s standards, I was too old to “believe in Santa Claus”. My brother and I were suspicious (he’s three years younger). One day when we were home alone or either just able to sneak around and do this, we noticed that a big tall trunk in my parents’ bedroom was nailed shut and we could not open it. This was a trunk where my mother kept all her scrap fabrics from all the sewing she did. I loved to play in that old trunk and just look at all the treasures she had in there. But since it was NAILED shut, my brother and I thought, “aha!” We found a hammer and opened the trunk and underneath the top pile of fabrics were all of our Christmas gifts to be placed under the tree that year from Santa. Oh, it was so much fun! We just looked and oohed and aahed over everything and thought we were so clever. But when Christmas morning arrived and we woke up and went to look under the tree, our Christmas magic had been deflated. We did not find anything under the tree that year that we had not seen in that trunk and it took all the fun out of Christmas for us that year. I think I can speak for my brother and say he felt the same way I did. I think I realized that year how to keep the magic in Christmas.

By: Santa Claus

Santa Claus — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 18:28:23 +0000

I love to read posts like this!
Remembering Christmas is one of my favorite things to do

By: Sherry

Sherry — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 11:08:07 +0000

My favorite childhood Christmas gift was the year I got my record player, as they were called in those days. I don’t really remember much about my childhood but I think I must have been around 10 or 12 years old and was beginning to become really interested in music, especially the rock and roll music played on the radio. I know this will sound very strange to a lot of people but even at that age, I still believed in Santa Claus but was beginning to have thoughts about Santa Claus being my parents. Santa Claus was so magical to me that I never wanted to give up believing in him. This one particular Christmas, I had asked Santa Claus for a record player and some records. This terminology is showing my age! I awoke that Christmas morning and there was my record player and some record albums! I know now that much sacrifice was in that gift, too. But as I was going through the record albums, I saw Paul Revere and the Raiders and some other groups who had recorded albums that I really wanted and liked, but I also noticed there were a couple of albums from the Big Band era and thought, “I didn’t ask for these. Who are these bands?” Then I realized that this was the music that my mother and daddy listened to and enjoyed and I realized that Santa Claus was my parents. I never said anything to them about it for years and just kept pretending about Santa Claus for them. Now as I look back on all the Christmases we had, I realize that the magic of Christmas was kept alive by my parents and they were definitely my Santa Claus and I’m thankful for that.