Comments on: Reader Giveaway: $100 Home Depot Gift Card Stocking Stuffer

By: JeffrO

JeffrO — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 04:54:50 +0000

My favorite memory has to be the year my wife and I went to relatives Christmas Eve with the intention of spending that night and Christmas morning with them and their children. That night an ice storm hit the city and temperatures dropped very low. The town was paralyzed, and we had to stay two more days at their home, unexpectedly. It was like Christmas Day would never end…the party continued for three days.

By: Elizabeth M.

Elizabeth M. — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 01:10:43 +0000

I can’t say that I have one memory that stands out but there were six of us kids and my parents bought ridiculous amounts of gifts for everyone so I distinctly remember the first site every year of the Christmas tree and the gifts surrounding it. It was insane! There were presents everywhere! I’ll never forget the way that room would look on Christmas morning!

By: Judy

Judy — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 00:40:34 +0000

We go every holiday season to Frankenmuth, Michigan. The lights are beautiful over the river and all throughout the town. It is a beautiful town based on his German heritage. Bronners the largest Christmas store around is located there. The restaurants are decorated so nice and there are many shops. You can even take a horse drawn buggy ride. It is a wonderful Christmas tradition.

By: Stuart Fuller

Stuart Fuller — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 21:06:38 +0000

I enjoyed watching my sons’ expressions when they opened a Nintendo from under the tree.

By: Shelly

Shelly — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 19:24:02 +0000

My memories of the holidays include going to my grandparents house. I always looked forward to going there for the holiday with all the wonderful smells from the kitchen. One particular Thanksgiving when I was nine years old my birthday landed on the Thanksgiving holiday. My grandmother surprised me with a store bought birthday cake beautifully decorated with in Thanksgiving colors. I’m an adult now and still remember how special that day was for me.

By: Sarah

Sarah — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 18:14:28 +0000

My favorite Christmas memory is the annual Christmas walk that my mom always made us take (and still does). Every year, without fail (and without any consideration as to how cold it is), we take a walk around the park near my parents’ house in order to burn off some of the holiday food. Although I loathed it growing up, I’ve grown to love the tradition!

By: Jennifer M.

Jennifer M. — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 17:45:42 +0000

My favorite holiday memory is when my daughter was 3 and I carefully wrapped all the “Santa” gifts in special Santa paper (reserved only for the Santa gifts). She woke up, stumbled to the tree and with a crestfallen look on her face said, “SANTA DIDN’T COME!.” It took us about 30 minutes to convince her that the gifts with Santa’s face on them were from Santa himself. Needless to say, Santa won’t be wrapping the gifts this year.

By: Catherine copeland

Catherine copeland — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 16:31:22 +0000

my favorite christmas memory is my son’s first christmas. He was just a little baby but we placed his little baby carrier near the tree as we decorated. He mostly slept but when the lights went on for some reason his eyes flew open. He didn’t cry. His little eyes took it all in and his hands and feet moved at full speed. It was precious

By: Barb

Barb — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 14:46:31 +0000

Beginning when she was about 4 years old, on Christmas Eve, just before bedtime, I would read The Night Before Christmas to my daughter. As we were reading, suddenly we would hear jingle bells outside. Then there would be a pounding on the roof and Santa calling out the reindeer names – and my daughter’s name! My daughter would jump up off the couch, sprint to her bedroom, jump into her bed and pull her covers over her head. I’d try to get her to finish the book and she’d frantically yell at me “get out, get out, turn off the lights. Santa’s here, I have to go to sleep!” Unbeknownst to my daughter, our neighbor had the jingle bells and was outside of our house, pounding and ho, ho ho-ing! In turn, my husband would go to the neighbor’s house and return the favor for their kids. We did this for a few years – eventually our daughter wouldn’t even want to start the book, she just wanted to go to bed!

By: cari

cari — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 13:59:18 +0000

One of my favorite christmas memories is the events that took place with my dad’s parents. On Christmas Eve we always went out somewhere special with my entire family -aunts and uncles included- for my dad’s birthday. On the way home we would drive by all the houses with the fancy lights all over the yard and house as we listened to Santa’s journey on the radio. Our next stop would be the Old farm house where we met up with my dads cousins to share stories and sit by the fireplace drinking hot cocoa and hearing how close Santa was. We would be home in bed before he got close to town. The next morning, my gpa always had old horse bells on the chair…he said that sAnta must have forgot them.

I have those old antique horse bells now.