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Leave the Lights On Santa.
When I was little, we had a wood stove that heated the living room. The sounds of wood crackling and popping were soothing as was the smell on a cold morning. But at Christmas, the smell was accentuated by the smell of cedar tree in the living room. In the dark, the Christmas lights shined in multi-colored happiness and sparkled off the TV screen and the wood stove. You could see these lights glowing all the way down the hall and underneath the door. Of course there wasn’t many times when I was a child when the door was shut. You can’t get warm in a closed room. Every night before my parents went to bed, they turned the lights off the Christmas tree.
I hated this because you only get a Christmas tree for one month out of the year. I'm not particularly a great sleeper at night so seeing the Christmas tree lights always gave me something to look forward to throughout the night as I'd wake up.
There is one particular time I can remember very vividly about Christmas. I wasn’t very old- maybe seven or eight- I asked for Santa to leave the Christmas lights on to show me he was there. I was about to the age when believing in Santa was the cool thing to do anymore and I just wanted a sign that he was around. Sorta like my belief in unicorns. Someday I’m going to find myself a purple unicorn with wings and I’m going to fly away to the moon like a faerie princess with my iridescent wings shimmering in the wind.
At first I heard the tree bells. It was a very soft sound, tinkling in the air like impish laughter. We had this Christmas tree cut out with bells on the ends. I put it on the front door every year because I liked the sound of bells ringing. Since we didn’t have a chimney, I knew I could trap Santa this way.
I waited, listening for the sound again.
I waited. I held my breath in case I was too loud and couldn’t hear them ring again.
I heard hooves on the roof. Impatient, stomping in protest. My childish heart leapt in joy. I quietly slipped from my top bunk bed, silent as my feet hit the carpet. My flannel nightgown brushed the floor as I tried to slip on my house shoes. The fumbling was take too long and my impatience made me sneak to the door and peek around the door jam. All was dark. All was calm.
Except for the glorious glow coming from the living room. Red and blue and yellow and green! They danced in the darkness as though there was a race to be won!
I held back a squeal of joy as I tiptoed towards the living room. My stocking was on the ledge, held by a snowman hook. My name was in glitter, the tree lights sparkled off the stocking. It was filled to the brim with cookies and snack cakes and fruit! I nearly did a backflip with happiness!
And the most amazing thing was beyond the doorway into the living room.
The tree was lit up more beautiful than I could ever imagine!
I flew down the stairs onto the linoleum, the cold not even registering on my bare feet, as I beheld the most beautiful Christmas tree ever known to mankind. The star on top of the tree shimmered with the lights, the ornaments bejeweled. Even the TV screen looked bigger in the lights. Beside the tree was my note to Santa and the plate of empty cookies. On my note was a smiley face, not of my own drawing, but of-
Santa!!
I sat down on the carpet in front of the Christmas tree and just looked at it. I can’t remember how long I sat there just thinking about all the rotten things I’d done all year long and how Santa could’ve written me a note saying how awful of a kid I’d been, except he chose to draw me a smiley face and turn the lights on.
I’ll never forget it. Doesn’t mean I cleaned up my act though. Just made me more conscious to make the clean up a little better and leave no evidence to be found.
*grin*
Now with a week away from Christmas Eve, I’m struggling to get into the Christmas spirit this year. So help me out. Let’s tell stories of our favorite Christmas memories to remind ourselves what’s most important this time of the year. It’s not our mile long list of stuff to do to make this important for everyone else that counts today, it’s all about us.
So be selfish for just a few minutes and share your story. Santa will be watching.
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75 comments:
That is such a sweet, sweet story.
I don't think I have one nearly that awesome.
When I was growing up, my dad used to wake up around half four or five in the morning. Turn at least half the lights on in the house and BLARE Christmas music. I'm not talking loud. I'm talking wake up the neighbors, let's hopefully not blow a speak in the process loud :)
Then we'd all be groggy and come down to open our prezzies and dad would go right back to bed, while everyone else stayed awake to prep for family coming during the day :)
This xmas eve I'll be staying over at my dads with my kids (they've never gotten to experience this) I wonder if the tradition will carry. I kinda hope it does, even though I didn't always like it growing up (I'm talking after you know santa doesn't exist anymore) :)
Sin,thats really sweet, and I'm glad you haven't turned into a perfect angel as a result!
When watching old video's at Christmas there is one that we pull out every year, called 'The Christmas Good life'. Its about being self-sufficient in suburbia. There is one scene in particular that always turns us on. As Tom is wrapping presents on Christmas Eve, Barbara innocently asks "Will you be wearing your Santa costume this year?" to which Tom replies "You mean you know its me?!" Barbara then pinches his bottom saying "Remembering last year, it had better be!" and Tom chases her up the stairs to the bedroom from where we hear giggles and shrieks......our cue to retire for the night. *grin*
I also have a coming of age Xmas story. It was when I forgot to put the Christmas stocking at the base of my son's bed. Must have had 'The Good Life' on my mind that year! Anyway my young son came in to the bed room early in the morning, worried that Santa might have broken down or forgotten us. I explained very gently that Santa wasn't real and it was all Make Believe to make Xmas particularly exciting for children. Oh Dear, the tears welled up, Mrs Q turned away from me in bed, and my reputation was in tatters. I eventually convinced them both that I was the real Santa. Cost me a bomb on a new bike (had already bought an electric train set), and a smart winter coat. Worth it though to get the smiles back!
Merry Christmas Pirates. :D
When I was little, we went out as a family to cut down a Christmas tree, but we didn't put up the tree. It was part of the tradition that when we woke up Christmas morning, Santa would not only have brought presents, but we'd get the full effect of a beautiful tree with all the trimmings and lights for the first time.
So when I was 13, my parents told me that I was finally old enough to know that Santa did not actually decorate the tree and I got to stay up late after my brother and sister were already in bed, and help decorate the tree for the first time.
Now that I have a little one of my own, I realize that not letting the kids decorate the tree was just my parents' way of ensuring we didn't break any of her ornaments. But it was kind of cool when I got to be in on the "secret".
Sin what a sweet story! And everyone else's stories are getting me in the mood.
I remember one Christmas crawling into my brother's room when I couldn't sleep. I was so excited for Santa and my sister (who I shared a room with) had gone to sleep and couldn't keep me company.
So, I crawled into his room and he was too excited to sleep too and we shared the covers and rolled up the blinds to stare at the sky outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of a sleigh and some reindeer.
My parents found us camped out there in the morning.
Merry Christmas everyone!
I wanted the point of the day to be that even though we're all really busy and have mile long to-do list for Christmas, Christmas is about cherished memories and traditions and keeping magic alive in our lives.
It's been hard to get into the Christmas spirit this year. I'm not sure why. Usually I've wore my santa hat at least for a week by now. I've only had it on once. I didn't want to put up the tree. I didn't want to wrap presents or gift shop. There's a little part of me that hopes I'm not losing the magic of Christmas.
I wanted to holler to Marnee that I am sorry I didn't get to stop by yesterday--I love that rerun blog! And I still have trouble writing sex scenes. Or any scene, really. (Am I a writer?)
Tiff- there is nothing more awesome than the blaring of Christmas music early on Christmas morning. Now I'm not a morning fan at all (I know my mother is reading this and LHAO because not a morning fan is putting it lightly) but on Christmas morning I could stay up all night, get two minutes of sleep and be bright eyed and bushy tailed for Christmas.
I thought working in retail might have sucked all that Christmas enthusiam out of me and for a while it did. But boy oh boy when you don't have to get up at 3am the next day after Christmas to be at work and deal with a bunch of bitchy people, you can't imagine what that will do for you at Christmas. LOL
I hope your dad keeps up the tradition and blairs the music really early in the morning to give them the full effect of Christmas.
Q, I'm trying really hard not to be offended that you put sweet and my name in the same sentence. And I am an angel. Can you not see my halo slightly skewed above my head and my wicked little grin?
I'm loving this video that you watch at Christmas. And I'm going to stop myself from commenting further because I foresee the comments going downhill from there. *g*
Santa broke down. LOL Your poor son. Q, you are lucky Mrs. Q did not brain you with a iron skillet as I would've done. She is a good woman that Mrs. Q. You best have gotten her something nice this year.
Okay, now for Sin: I LOVE this blog...that is SO ADORABLE...and it totally makes me think of Fred Claus, where he tells his little brother, Santa, that he has issues with the Naughty-Nice list because "they're all good kids. Nobody deserves to be on the naughty list. Everyone should have a present to unwrap on Christmas day." I mean, AWWWWWWW. So even if you did try to ditch your little sister in the woods, we know deep down, you were a good kid, Sin. Never doubt it.
My Christmas memories. Hmm. I've got two.
You know how school children ruin Santa for you? Yeah, for me, it was my parents. I think I was maybe five, and Mom told me Santa didn't exist and Dad said, "You're too old to believe in that nonsense anyway. That's not what Christmas is about!" (I mean, it's a wonder I even LIKE Jesus, to be quite honest, if he's going to keep ruining all my favorite holidays.) Anyway, I was quite, quite devastated, and I think I was on the couch crying, and my brother came in and asked me what was wrong. And I explained that I'd been told Santa didn't exist, had never existed...blah, blah, blah. And my brother went to the encyclopedia and pulled down the letter S and proceeded to read about Santa Claus...how Santa was a saint from hundreds of years ago and it's his giving of presents and good cheer that promotes the Christmas spirit...and that Santa did exist, he existed in all of us. So that made me feel a lot better.
My second story--again, with my father The Grinch (by the way, his FAVORITE Christmas story, well, next to Jesus) told me I didn't need a Christmas tree, because yes, I was too old for that nonsense. I think I was 10. My playmate, Brandi, who happened to be my step-niece, did not think this was a satisfactory answer. We decided if Dad was too busy to get a tree, we'd get our own tree. We knew where they were; we knew where the ax was; and we left, with our sleigh, to get it ourselves. So we get to the tree place (it's about a mile from the house; it's BRUTALLY cold--the coldest day of hte year, of hte past several years actually--it was like 20 below zero. Before wind chill.) and I cut down the PERFECT tree. It was GORGEOUS. Brandi pulls the sleigh (with ax) and I drag the tree--we're laughing and having a big time. We get to the house, round the corner and Dad comes out, panicked (well, as close to panicked as he does): "WHERE have you been?" And we launch that we got a tree--we're so excited--and then step away from the tree to show him just how PERFECT it is and all the needles of the tree have fallen off. It was so cold and the ice that had coated the needles made them so brittle that I had a skeleton cedar tree by the time I'd arrived at the house. Charlie Brown's tree looked better. I nearly burst into tears right there; and I think Dad, first relieved we weren't frozen to death somewhere and secondly possibly mildly impressed by our ingenuity, felt sorry for us and went and got us a new Christmas tree.
J.K- I absolutely love that story! What an awesome tradition in your family. I've heard of families leaving the tree for Santa to decorate and when you wake up in the morning you get presents and the tree and everything! I mean, as a child, how incredible would that be to know that Santa did all that for you? Santa is the most magical being for a child (God withstanding)and to know he spent all that time in your house and you didn't wake!!
I need to silently ninja something so everyone will stop thinking I'm sweet. LOL
Marn- I love that story! I slept in the top bunk bed and there was a little window at the foot of my bed. I saw the Easter bunny one year while peeping out my little window. Never got a glimpse of Santa but I spent plenty of time gazing outside at the stars.
Hellie- the Christmas tree story is precious. Not because your dad told you that you were too old for one *peeved look* but because of the joy you got out of making mischief and looking for your own.
And the story of looking up Santa- how he lives in all of us through spirit- what a nice thing for your brother to do.
Sin - You're adding more sweetness with every comment. Think of your rep.
I've been trying to comment for HOURS. Gah! Stupid work (and emails and phone calls and socializing). My Christmas memories are mixed. Some good, some bad, mostly bad.
I remember the year my dad *trimmed* the Christmas tree and ended up with a giant bare spot. My mother actually cried. But he set it up putting that spot to the back and it all turned out just fine. Then there's the year I got my Cabbage Patch Doll. They were all the rage, people were fighting over them, and we had no money. So I never dreamed I'd get one. But I did. I couldn't believe it!
I was always wanting albums so I remember when I got Slippery When Wet (wore it out!) and my Adam Ant albums. Parents could have skipped that Toni Basil one though.
Last year was pretty good because I was able to buy Isabelle a Nintendo DS which a) I never could have afforded before and b) she NEVER thought she'd get. At least not from me. LOL! This year I'm still debating the iPod purchase. It is cheapter than the DS was so maybe I'll get it. And it would keep her from wanting to use mine all the time!
Shoot me now and put me out of my sweet misery.
Ter- you could get Izzy a shuffle. They are relatively inexpensive and upgrade her next year. :)
I love when there are tree trimming stories. There is always chaos involved. LOL
Sin - She's made it clear a shuffle won't do. She knows she can't see what's playing and pick the songs she wants to hear. And she's spoiled with my Nano. But she whined to her dad on the phone that she wants a blue iPod so if he's feeling froggy, I might not have to bother. LOL!
I already know she's coming home with a Wii. Can you imagine?! I have never been a video game person, but I'm actually looking forward to playing with this. Either I'm trying to revert to childhood or I've just totally lost my mind.
Captain - I love that tree story. Almost as good as the losing his good rope story. My sister always gets a live tree and she's known for getting the fattest white pine she can possibly find. One year they brought it in, took the ropes off and when the branches dropped, it filled half the room. She almost couldn't get her front door open. LOL!
AWWWW, Hellion, I love that story about your brother consoling you about Santa.
I always believed in Santa; I just didn't think he ever came to the islands. The first "real" house I lived in--ok modern home-- was in Hawaii. It was weird bedause it had WALLS. I lived in Samoa in a real Samoan Fale (google it, you'll see what I lived in...the old held together by coconut sennit (no nails) a floor of smooth round rocks). So with that liitle intro--I didn't believe Santa wouldn't visit us. Mostly because we didn't have chimmneys or walls or fireplaces or...y'know what I mean.
My favorite memories are always of our family traditions. We decorated. Can you imagine a Samoan fale lit up with lights? It was. We had a fake Christmas tree (of course)lit to the tee and homemade Christmas pudding that was steamed over an outside fire, later served with homemade custard. We always read Luke 2 every Christmas morning before opening presents. Then in following with tradition my OLDER brothers played with every single toy. My nephews tell me that they still play with every single toy, even if it is a light saber. *rolling my eyes*
One Christmas (not my favorite) my parents decided that we were going to give another family our Christmas. We all nodded in agreement but whined and complained behind closed doors. All our presents and money for them went to another family. We did it as a "secret santa" so they wouldn't know it was us. It wasn't until Christmas day that I felt good about "giving" something away.
Now, I'm babbling. Sin, you smell like Christmas. YUMMY!Thank you for the blog...and for making me remember.
Sin, I don't think it's sweet. You were going to ninja Santa! Sneaking around, you fiend!
I don't have a particular memory. But we had some wonderful traditions. Always went tree hunting around my birthday, since it was the 7th. Always decorated the tree together, mostly with homemade ornaments my Mom made from instructions from Sunset magazine... Some great satellites made out of styrafoam and toothpicks were my favorites.
Christmas morning was we four kids up early. We got to open our stockings and nothing else until our family friend, Tom, arrived. He played Santa every year and handed out the gifts. One at a time for everyone to open. Then Mom's cinnamon rolls and church...
The year we moved and no Tom was an odd one. We had to pick out someone else to crawl around the dig the presents out. When he passed away, years later, I thought of him as our special Santa. A bright smile, blond hair, blue eyed Santa.
*LOL* IG, I'm with you. I wouldn't have been thrilled with the "giving away" Christmas. You were a good sport to even like it after. *LOL* One of my least favorite Christmas gifts I ever got was a Precious Moments Bible. That was my entire Christmas gift. Everyone else got toys or clothes or records/cassettes...and I got a Bible. With cartoon drawings. I just felt it was one more way to force me to think of Christmas as about Christmas instead of gifts. I was pissed.
Hellion - One year I got a pair of socks and an eye liner pencil. That was it. And I had to sit there and watch my spoiled little brother open gift after gift. Is it any wonder we've never been close?
I remember the year my sister and I got roller skates. The kind with the metal wheels. (Yes, I'm THAT old.) My mom let us wear them in the house and somehow my head collided with my sister's eye. She had a nasty three color eye for weeks. To this day she still acts like I did that on purpose. Hello! I had a giant bump on my head too. Gah!
Sin said: And I am an angel. Can you not see my halo slightly skewed above my head and my wicked little grin?
Sin luv, My comment should have read PERFECT angel, implying that you are an angel, just not a perfect angel. :wink:
Sin said: Santa broke down. LOL Your poor son. Q, you are lucky Mrs. Q did not brain you with a iron skillet as I would’ve done
*grin* I'm not a child psychologist, but I don't think we should encourage the belief in a REAL Santa who delivers presents. Better to emphasise that he is a make believe magical person. I must admit though, that my timing for explaining this may have been out on this occasion. Would you really have sloshed me with that implement?! Shows how lucky I am with Mrs Q :lol:
Q - Spoken like a true scientist.
IG - There really aren't any walls! Oh my, what did you do when it rained? And lights around one of those would be adorable. But where did the electricity come from?
I think I'd like to try Christmas in Hawaii. Or anytime in Hawaii really.
Wonderful memories Sin.
My favorite Christmas memory is of sharing Christmas with all of my cousins. One Christmas all of my mom's sisters and their families came to our house for Christmas. It was magical. We had a foot of snow that year that fell on Christmas Eve. My mom made snow cream, and we all opened presents together on Christmas morning. My Uncle dressed up like Santa and my cousin and I tip-toed down stairs and saw him putting presents under the tree.
I can't remember one present I received that year, but I have memories that are priceless.
LOL, Sin, I blogged on this exact thing. Yours is much better, of course I was up in the wee hours of the morning writing mine.
Renee
I'm all warm and fuzzy today. So much Christmas sweetness... Sigh....
Hellie, is ok. I totally know how it is. :)
Goodness- I'm trying to eat some lunch and I'll comment to everyone. :)
Terri, an eyeliner and socks?! My brothers played prpranks on my sisters one year. They warpped sardine Hellion, I can picture you getting a precious moment bible. LOL. I've actually seen one of those.
We hated having my brother Miller pick our name for "stockings." It was really a brown lunch paper bag with goodies. He ALWAYS gave out the "Lifesavers BOOK" and that was it! We prayed he wouldn't get our name for Christmas.
We had electrcity. Long chords connected across the yard to a fuse box outlet. Now that I think about it--it could have gotten ugly. And we had "curtains" called polas. They were one whole cococonut leaf weaved (made with many that could be dropped). Don't ask what we did during hurricanes?
We grew up singing, "Here comes Santa Claus in a Red Canoe." Ahhhh, the memories.
Eh, I mean: sardines and can openers. Sorry, my children are talking, screaming and asking questions while I type.
A Precious Moments Bible. Oh, that woulda made a pagan out of me alone! Like, talk about lack of finesse.
Worst Christmas present? Any piece of clothing my tiny Filipino mother-in-law bought for me. She tried, I'll give her that...but a large in Filipino is not a large in Irish/Mexican!
Q - You forgot the stocking, so decided to break the news that morning... Yes, she should have smacked you with a skillet. A planned revelation is different than a Christmas morning surprise!
I received a Precious Moments bible one year. I still have it.
Truly mean no offense.
If you treasure it, love it for you. If it was the only gift under the tree and you watched others open gift after gift? That's just more than unpleasant.
This is very true. I dunno if I treasure it. I'm more of a book pack rat and it falls into my category that I can't get rid of it.
You'd think all the bad present stories would come from childhood. Me, not so lucky. Take last year. My mom and sis asked for a *wish list*. So I sent a list that basically said GIFT CARDS and nothing else. My sister said those are impersonal and I had to think of something else. I can't remember what I came up with but it didn't matter. I got used china (I NEVER entertain ANYONE!) and these horrible wall decorations circa 1978. Both of which my parents picked up at estate auctions.
The last time I remember opening a present and being super excited was the year my sister bought me a huge framed movie poster from the Costner Robin Hood movie. It still hangs over my bed. Before that was the year she bought me tix to Les Mis. Now that I think about it, she used to be much better at this....
IG - That was a catastrophe waiting to happen. I don't want to know about the hurricanes!
Ter- I think you'll like the Wii. They have one at the gym and even though I like video games, I really like it. My BFF has the Wii Fit. We're going to get it out and do some yoga. I can't wait.
Sin - Is the Fit something you can just add to the main system? I think I'd like to try that. But first I have to figure out how the thing works. LOL!
Thanks fer bein' gracious, Sin. I'm having a sucky day...
Terrio - Sounds like yer sis needs a reminder of when she made you dance.
I always worked at bookstores so nobody ever got me books. Which sucked. I coulda used the gift cards fer books!
Best gift! Bro got me Hot August Night and the soundtrack to Jonathon Livingston Seagull - both Neil Diamond albums. Hee, hee. I still have the pic of me glowing with them displayed in my arms.
Best given? A sketch of my Mom's beloved dog after his passing, done by a local pastels artist. Mom cried.
Terri, you win! LOL! You gotta post photos of the estate auction gifts.
You also win for those Les Mis. tickets! I neva had anything that good.
IG- I love the smell of Christmas!
Now, I went and googled the Samoan Fale and I bet at Christmas that was just so beautiful with all the lights and the sand and the breeze. Sounds like tropical heaven.
IG - I think I gave the stuff away to the thrift store when Kiddo and I moved in September. LOL!
Chance - the worst part is that this year, my sis had the nerve to ask for gift cards. Grrrrr.....
I just gave someone a gift last night that was really good. It was something he really wanted but didn't think he'd get. And it's not that, get yer minds out the gutter.
Last year I gave my sister this great framed pic of the Brat Pack standing around a pool table. That old black and white one you see everywhere. She loved it. She so owes me. LOL!
Terrio - She asked for gift cards!!! LOL! Oh, that is priceless! If you give her what she wants, get out a label maker and 'personalize' for her. Hee, hee.
Chance- I'm really glad you didn't think my story is sweet. I swear if I would've gotten my hands on Santa, I probably would've cold-cocked him and hid him in the closet for questioning.
I would've hit him with my ballerina pole. That thing was destructive.
You had a ballarina pole? LOL!
Chance - That is an excellent idea. Actually, she also asked for some CDs. That's likely the direction I'll go. It depends on how I'm feeling when I finally go shopping next week. LOL!
Thas the ninja I know an' love... I could see ya sneakin' up on 'im, in yer black pajamas, numchucks a'ready... (Numchucks...? Ya know, those rope thingies...the short jumprope! Yah, that thing.)
Wanna get 'im this year? We can get 'im drunk on hoohas and empty his sack, takes it all fer us!
Wa's a ballerina pole? Is that like a stripper pole? ;) With bangles on the end?
Terrio - I love me label maker. Is the only way the barista's here spell me name right. I got it on my card!
One time the mum-in-law did good. The label maker. Says a lot about me relationship with 'er, don't it?
Q, you called me luv. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like I should titter like an idiot and curtsy and give you a place on my dance card.
I never said you were a child psychologist, dearest. I merely mused that if- indeed if- you were my dearest hubby and on the day of Christmas- after all our hard work and "good life-ing"- told our son that instead of coming up with a quick story (I must say I would've never let you speak, worried that you wouldn't be thinking on your feet) I would've burnt your breakfast. And not only would you've been buying a bike, you'd been at the jewelry store too.
So see, you are very lucky with Mrs. Q. And she is a very wonderful lady.
Lisa, we shared Christmas with our cousins too. And we always got into Christmas mischief. LOL
Hard to believe that considering I was involved.
No one in my family has ever dressed up as Santa. For me, when I was little, I think it would've killed my belief in Santa. I only believed because I never saw him. He was truly magic for me.
Unlike the phony mall Santa. I really love a Christmas Story when the kid goes to the store to see Santa. LOL
Memories are the best and last longer than any present you could ever receive. I'd rather have good memories than a box full of junk and no memories.
My ex mum-in-law used to buy me the exact same things she'd buy her daughters. They were 5 & 10 years younger and into brand names. And tiny. She once bought me this huge assortment of silver jewelry and a giant jewelry armoire. The only jewelry I ever wear (and did in all the years she knew me) are a watch, a ring, and small earings. (On r or two?) Instead of thinking that I don't wear much jewelry because I don't want to, she assumed I didn't wear it because I didn't have it.
Gave the jewelry and the armoire away years ago. I just realized I give away a lot of gifts. LOL! When my ex bought me a ruby ring that looked like it came out of a gumball machine, I got the money back and bought myself a pair of boots. See, I was made for gift cards. Or they were made for me.
I can't keep up anymore. LOL
Renee, I checked out your blog and I can't see how you say mine is better. You even put a picture up. That's baller level there.
'A baller level?' Is this more of the blog code I don't know?
Ter and Chance- Yes. Can you not remember my blog about the ballerina pole? I once upon a time WANTED more than anything in the world to be a famous ballerina. So I received, one year for Christmas, a ballerina pole with a mat. And I put on my Care Bear swimsuit with my pink tutu and sweatband and tried to be a ballerina.
And before anything is said about my pink wearing abilities, remember that I am a pirate and a ninja and sneaky. I will take your rations of rum.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Baller%20Status
Chance- let's start making our plans for Santa. I've got a score to settle with him.
*sneaking over to the bar and making a silent as sin*
Where in the hell did all the extra rum go! Hellion! Get back here you little pirate!
You know I'm not an equal opportunity weeper.
LMAO
I have been schooled on my urban speech. I thought you meant she made you cry. LOL! Yes, I know that's spelled differently. Just ignore me....
But she did write a very sweet blog. I want memories like that. *sigh*
Even the bad ones with socks and eyeliner. LOL
See !! I can't believe she was down on her blog. It was awesome! I want more memories like that too. You guys have some really awesome memories that were shared today.
Sin, a ninja giving karate kicks with a Care Bear outfit would have been hilarious!
I'm jealous, a ballerina pole! I never wanted to dance ballet but having a pole and an outfit--GLAMOROUS!
Terri, I'm gonna tell!
I was super glam. LOL
I broke the ceiling fan with the ballerina pole and hence, the ballerina pole was taken away from me. I was trying to karate chop someone with the pole.
This is what happens when one learns they aren't good at ballerina-ing things and go back to their old wicked ways with a new destruction toy.
Oh, I'm feeling very rushed. I've been wrapping and I need to cook, take a shower and be out of here by 6. Eeeeek! Love the holidays. I'd much rather have been here all afternoon.
Thank you for stopping by RRT. In case you don't make it back over, I'm going to post my responses here.
Hellion,
When Mr. Scott and I first got together we were young and dumb. At first he had a really good job, we spoiled the heck out of our first dd. Then a second child came along, more spoilage. The third came, and by this time the first was five and we were in that place, probably much like your parents, you know the ‘don’t lie to your kids thing’. Anyway, we fell out of all that legalistic religion, but by then, with a fourth in my belly, we lost insurance and job due to relocation, we were too poor to buy diapers, let alone gifts.
I remember a neighbor, whom we had gone to church with. 6 foot 5, mad as I’ll get out, because my dd told his ds there was no such thing as Santa. Now, mind you we shared with our kids that we were different and they should not tell their friends our belief, that was their parent’s job. But she was angry with the child because he had handcuffed her to a swing set and she peed her pants and he laughed, they were 1st grade.
Anyway, I’m looking at this rather large angry man who was yelling at me. And I told him, what kind of Santa discriminates between children, why do some get hundreds of dollars in gifts when others got nothing. I apologized for what was not my dd’s place. He calmed and walked away.
I love the magic of Christmas, but it’s in the giving, whether it’s time or what have you. This is a time to feel blessed and bless others.
Oh, my parent’s anniversary was on the 7th of December every year we’d go pick out a real tree, well, until we discovered my brother was highly allergic. :)
Renee
And
Terrio,
My aunt made fruit cake cookies every year and I hated them, but you know what, she now has terminal lupus and some days she can’t get out of bed, and even with my celiac I’d give anything to eat one of her cookies.
I think because what we have here the morning after is so rare is why I think it is so special. We’ve always been committed to each other, unconditionally, always and forever, even through all our mess.
Renee
Hey, Sin, I had to get Father Christmas in there, got to love the dude. You see, Hellie, you can have Christmas without Santa. :):)
Off to go bake. Grrrrr!;)
Yeah, you can. I never had the same "big dollar" gifts as my classmates did. But I didn't ask for big dollar gifts because we were so broke, I figured Santa was about the same. I never put the idea together that Santa would spring for "big dollar" items for other kids but not me. *LOL* I was always thrilled with what Santa would bring me. It was what my parents would give me that would irk me to death--that bible comes to mind. The Amway catalog one year also springs to mind.
I think my problem with having Santa ruined is that I so badly wanted to be like other kids when I was that age. I just wanted to fit in. So belonging to the family who denounced Santa as the evil guy who takes away from Jesus, being made to "be nice" because that's what Jesus would want, and having to say thank you for gifts that made you wonder, "Why would THIS ever make you think of me?"--just not fun. But it sounds like your kids were cool with it--and that's all that matters.
Renee, I forgot to ask. Are you feeling better babe?
Hellion, I totally understand. We tried very hard not to make our children feel like Santa was the bad guy. He wasn't at all.
We celebrated Santa/Father Christmas (my mother was born in Germany and lived there for some time) when I was a kid, but for some reason I felt jipped. I would see what my mom would buy for my cousins and then what she'd buy for me. I never felt good enough for Macy's. I guess because my cousins were in a higher income bracket that gave them the right to get quality gifts. :) I'm being a bit sarcastic, I don't want to come off ungrateful, I always received wonderful things. One year I even got a bubble skirt and leg warmers! And they weren't homemade, although I probably wouldn't have minded. My mom is one of the most talented seamstresses around. Another year, my mom made me a ceramic unicorn. I think I got one of those Precious Moments bibles, I know I gave them to my kids when they were very little.
Omg, Hellion, the boy and I went to church last Sunday, for a dedication, it was like the first time in three years. I was floored by the puppet show put on by the kids. They did O Come All ye Faithful, Lynard Skynard style to Free Bird. It was cool.
Sin, I'm off and on. It's like a tease. Yesterday, was great. Now, I'm feeling as if it's moved from my head to my lungs. I really want to crawl into bed and sleep. But that ain't happening. I'm seriously thinking about getting sloshed tonight, I'm pretty sure it'll help me sleep through the night. ;)
Renee
I spent most of today in the Christmas madness trying to finish my shopping. By the time I got home, the only Christmas spirit I has was that in my wine glass. Reading your stories made me feel all Christmassy again. I loved the stories--the sweet ones, the poignant ones, the funny ones. I think I'll go read The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. :)
"All you need is wine and good company..."
Shall we change that? All you need is rum in good company!
Sin, mix me up a silent as sin, will ya? I'm ready to call it a night...and it's early here on the left coast... What a day.
What an amazing blog!
Sin and Chance
I thank you both for that dose of good sense.
At 5 O'clock in the morning I am as dumb as a dodo and can't think straight without a strong coffee. Though I am older and wiser now! *grin*
Sin luv, your get more angelic with every post...I think you may be evolving. :lol:
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