re: Tell me about your childhood Christmas

What a gloooooolrious reel of memoirs I have for you my dear fellow.

It would start with sister and i staying up all night hoping to catch a glimpse of St. Nick himself. However, considering the way father would beef up security for the holidays we knew his entrance would be more discreet than ever. We’d feign sleep until 7 am when mother would have Rosalinda, our upstairs maid, rouse us and oh what a scene in the downstairs living room! Presents strewn everywhere. Mother having set out our stockings on the 17th century feinting couch. The smell of french toast and bacon emanating from the kitchen. Father pacing around in his smoking jacket having a whiskey. The jesters putting on a show as we dined while the turkey, ham and sides were prepared for cooking in the auxiliary kitchen. Oh, how the post-breakfast sledding and snowball fights shall live in my memory forever.

Happy holidays to you and yours!

Pretty great.

Christmas Eve:

Great-grandparent's house for steaks at lunch. 40-50 people.

Another set Great-grandparent's house for supper. Less people.

Christmas:

Wake up to Santa. Both sets of grandparents drop by for a few minutes to see what we got.

Go to maternal grandparents for lunch. Paternal grandparents for supper.

Day after Christmas: Go back to paternal grandparents for a big late breakfast.

Never was a big spread of gifts and whatnot. Solid gifts, just not what I remember about those times.


It was great growing up, both sets of grandparents, and having two sets of great grandparents all living in the same town as us. Multiple generations of people that were still having kids in their early early 20's, so I knew all of my great grandparents until my late teens, early 20's.

Kind of hurts my heart knowing that my daughter won't know what that's like. My wife's entire family is dead. Both of my grandfathers are dead, and my grandmother's are now in their mid 80's. They're in relatively good health, but my daughter is just 4. I'll be shocked if she makes it being a teenager and still has one of them.

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Your the poster child for the hive.

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You’re

If celebrating Christmas with my family makes me a “hive guy” I’m happy to be there

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Yes, if you dont belong to the hive mind, youre "fricked up" according to the basic bitch

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This might be the saddest cope I've ever read.

4 year old me went bananas when I saw this in the living room.

Wonderful memories
One year my grandmother asked to stay with us to open presents
I guess we were about 10 y/o, so naturally excited we got up at about 3am.
Mt grandmother never asked to spend Christmas Eve with us ever again
Wonderful memories with the family

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roadside picnics.

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some random rest stop between monroe & minden we would stop at, grandmother would pull out the stuckeys pecan logs and lukewarm box of KFC and that was manna from heaven

i looked forward to those road trips and there was something magical about sitting under the pine trees listening to the 18 wheelers go by and eating KFC at a concrete picnic table.

good memory

You don’t see how the way you post here and the admission you never celebrated Christmas until you were a teen might be related?

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ou don’t see how the way you post here and the admission you never celebrated Christmas until you were a teen might be related?

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This might be dumber than anything Mango has ever said.

Growing up, Christmas meant a 650-mile trip to south Florida to spend Christmas with my grandparents. We'd open presents, then go to the beach. We might drive over to the marina and admire the boats lit up with Christmas lights. There was plenty of Key Lime pie because my grandmother had a Key Lime tree in her backyard, along with mangoes, and a tangerine tree.

Years later I married a girl from MD and Christmas meant a 650-mile trip north. There was often snow, a huge tree, and a bigger family gathering. No Key Lime pie, but my MiL was a great cook and made a terrific chocolate cake for me every time I went there.

It was all good.