a big, plastic, lighted Santa Claus.
once, coming downstairs before Santa had been there. we went to my sleeping parents' bedroom, understandably upset. "Go back to bed for a little while.", mom said. we went back upstairs, heard the rustling of paper et voila!. Santa had arrived.
Christmas dinner at my Grandmother's house... with all of the aunts, uncles and cousins.
an aluminum Christmas tree... seriously - it looked like tinfoil. I think this was when we lived in Florida... it sounds like Florida.
bubble lights... I still love 'em and have lots of them, stored in the basement.
my mother always made sure my little sister and I had the same number of gifts... usually the same thing, but in different colors. in her defense, my sister and I would fight over anything and everything.
my maternal grandparents had thirteen children and we went to their house on Christmas Eve. my Grandmother would start shopping in September and every grandchild got a gift. they had very little money, so this was no easy feat.
the best times.
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And, thank you, Faye, for sharing those memories of the best times. It brought a smile to my face and caused me to venture back a few years in memory, also the best times. Hope you have a wonderful weekend!
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