Christmas memories

[xp_wallflower]

When I was very little and my Grandparents were still alive, we would always take a trip at Christmas to somewhere new.

It wasn't always far away but I remember my Grandfather would always tell stories about wherever it was that we went.

He was a history teacher but his favourite was early Eqyptian. He was the one that gave me my love of biographies.

There's always something to learn from both what someone writes for themselves and what others write about them.

So, what are your Christmas memories? Beyond the presents and the lights, what does this time of year mean to you?

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[x-cloak.livejournal.com]

Our Christmas was never on the actual day. Mom and dad rarely had a day off together, so we always grabbed whatever day that was. I remember one year they were so busy, we had Thanksgiving and Christmas on December 10th.

[x-skin.livejournal.com]

I used to spend it with my mom.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

My mother once made the entire family reindeer sweaters for us to wear one Christmas to take on photo day. This was before the ugly sweater craze so it wasn't ironic at all. My sister decided she wanted to be rebellious, so during the picture, she had on an inappropriate shirt on under the sweater and when the flash went off, pulled it up to reveal it.

My mother grounded her for a week.

[xp_spectrum]

Growing up on Army bases and moving around a lot, Christmas was always about my immediate family; me, Mom and Dad. We'd have a tree - just a little one - and decorate it with all sorts of stuff we'd picked up on our travels. Every new place, we'd get something new for the tree. It was the one box Mom always made sure came with us personally, instead of going in cargo.

After Mom died, Dad stopped having the tree. Said it hurt too much to remember. He told me he threw the ornament box away, but I found it stashed away in a back closet one time when I was snooping for my presents. One day I'm going to ask him for it and have a tree of my own.