Share a Christmas memory.

23 December, 2012
Rat Fink

Hello, fiends. Yesterday morning was crazy, so I didn’t get to talk to you. Did you miss me?

As Christmas Eve approaches, I am often overtaken by powerful memories of childhood, home, and especially, my parents (both passed away in the mid-90s).

I clearly remember Mother telling Mavis and me to go to sleep quickly, because Santa wouldn’t stop at our house if he knew we were awake. So at bedtime, I’d pull up the blankets reeeeally close to my neck and shut my eyes reeeeally tight. And one year, I knew — I just knew — that I heard sleigh bells in the distance. I was terrified that Santa would come to our house and find me awake, and that he’d be disappointed. 

Like there were rules. Haha.

What I know to be true now is that we were probably driving Mother crazy with our questions and excitement (we were never “wild” or “unruly” as children; it simply was not allowed, and we’d never dream of risking the consequences), and she wanted to make sure that when it was bedtime, we got down to business.

Still, the memory of those nights is strong and treasured and fond. I think the years of 1965-69 were among the happiest in my life, and I keep the Christmas memories of those times close to my heart. Even the ones that didn’t start out so happy. :P

So, if you’re around today, give us a fond Christmas memory, because Christmas, to me, is as much a time for reminiscing as for celebration.

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23 December, 2012 9:28 am

Garsh. Like you my mind is full of many, many Christmas memories; during my childhood on Cherry Street, growing up and celebrating Christmas as a teenager and later as a young adult with divorced parents and enjoying 2 Christmas celebrations, California desert Christmases, and now my really-grown-up Dutch Christmases. Probably one of my most favorite memories are of Christmas morning. After a wonderful and mysterious Christmas Eve service (in the dark with candles and twinkly lights) we’d head off to bed and like you, would hope for sleep to come so Christmas morning and Santa would arrive quickly. Christmas morning… Read more »

23 December, 2012 4:20 pm
Reply to  Rat Fink

While I was writing this I couldn’t for the life of me remember the piece that Dad always played first. It’s A Christmas Festival.

Hugs to you there in Oh-hi-yuh!


23 December, 2012 4:29 pm
Reply to  Suzanne

This is the original that Dad played


Patti Seidel
Patti Seidel
23 December, 2012 9:35 am

We didn’t believe in Santa Claus growing up. My mom was 13 when she found out there was no Santa and felt so deceived by her parents that she didn’t want that for us. So yes, we were the kids who ruined it for other kids at school. My parents did make Christmases so special for us. I am one of five children and like many families, my father was the only one that worked outside the home. My parents often made many of our Christmas gifts and as I’m older, looking back, I realize the love and time they… Read more »