Hallmark Holiday Memories

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Comment by cathleen walker on December 18, 2009 at 12:57pm

Comment by Shane on December 18, 2009 at 10:24am

My favorite Holiday memory is decorating my 82 year old grandmothers Victorian

house for her!She is now on dialysis and in poor health.Her favorite time of year is now and has always been Christmas.She has always had the most beautifully decorated home for the Christmas season and i love seeing the joy it brings her when its all decorated for the holiday!I LOVE HER DEARLY!!!

Comment by nyoka l. davis on December 18, 2009 at 9:59am

all my family will be together for christmas it will be alot of food and game and think the Lord for another day enjoying one another and wishing others to have a merry christmas and joy.

Comment by Jacqueline L McIntosh on December 18, 2009 at 9:34am

My favorite Christmas moment was when I was around 10 years old. The night before Christmas as we were all tucked in our beds with care, outside in Central New York, there was a huge snowstorm. While we were all sleeping my Dad was out helping people whose cars went off the highway. When us four kids ran downstairs on Christmas morning we were halted by the surprise of a family from India sitting in our living room. They all had sandles on! They were waiting while my father was getting their car fixed and the roads were being cleared for travel. My Dad taught us all through out our childhood to help others. I will always wonder if that family ever thinks of my late Dad and that night, and the look on our faces that Christmas morning. They must have been nervous, too. I don't remember much more of that day, just that my single Dad had managed to get the gifts under the tree and still help the family get their car fixed and they were back on the road early that morning. My family was poor, but my fathers say of making up for things was by helping others when he could. What a great Christmas morning memory!

Comment by carol williams on December 18, 2009 at 9:18am

My favorite Holiday memory actually started out very sad. My third child, Tanaya, grown and married at this time, thought she would never be able to have a child after having tried for a few years. She watched as her siblings both older and younger had babies, and her heart ached for that same moment. Well the day came wh she did become pregnant, and after 30 pregnancy tests to asure she wasnt losing her mind, she was confirmed expecting by her doctor and due in July 2002. The pregnancy went off without a hitch, my daughter enjoyed every moment of the prenancy, unlike me who could not wait to get it over with. When her labor came it was long and rough, but she gave birth to a beautiful little girl named , Katelynn Hannah. Tanaya was delighted, and she showed this by taking the best care she could of her new baby girl, and other than having to work and utilize daycare, the baby was never out of her sight, except once, and that was the night it happened. Tanaya had been very ill on Thanksgiving day, she dropped by briefly with Katelynn on her hip smiling up a storm. The next day, better known as Black Friday, She was still very ill and lay down on the couch to sleep. The baby was by her side, and she fear she would fall off the couch so she asked her husband to watch the baby, this was the first time ever he had done so, since my daughter was very overprotective. Her dadyy bathed her and fed her, laid her down on her bak in the crib, pacifer in her mouth, and went into the other room for 30 minutes playing video games.
My daughter knew when she heard the scream from her husband some 30 minutes later, she knew because she had dreamed this moment before but did not understand. Katelynn was gone, and so was all the joy in my daughters soul.
We had Tanaya on suicide watch all the time, at least one family member would be with her at all times. The only thing that got her through it was the fact that she was 6 weeks pregnant when Katelynn passed, and she knew e had to give the new baby a chance. It was hard as a parent, not konwing what to say, what to do, how to answer when Tanaya begged me to bring her back, knowing that was the one thing you could not do. Over the next couple of weeks Tanaya never smiled, cried often, and I feared she would never enjoy another holiday let alone smile again. My little girl was almost two when Katelynn died, and Tanaya often took on the mother role to her little sister, was even there and the first to hold her after birth. My daughter did not understand about death, or why her sister-sometimes momma, was so sad. She would try and try to play with Tanaya. Chistmas was comming soon, and my little girl would be 2 on the 21st. Tanaya watched as she opened her birthday presents,I could only imagine what she might be thinking, perhaps wondering what her child might look like if she had lived at long, perhaps even wondering why it had to be her child, when her mother had 11 children and she only that one. I know she was filled with guilt. Guilt at being sick, guilt at not staying awake, just guilt guilt guilt. Tanaya began to grow closer to her little sister, if that were posible, and Christmas day she sat on the couch just staring, until my little one came over and asked if she wanted to ride her car. Tanaya actually got on that little toy car, and my 2 year old pushed her around the house, Tanaya beeming with laughter......... It was the best memory for me, because knew she had a long road ahead, but I also knew she was gonna make it.
Today she is just as bubbly as she was before the tragedy, she gave birth in June to a baby girl that looks just like her sister, and 2 years later another little girl, they look like triplets in the baby pictures, and 2 months ago, she gave birth to her last, another little girl, and she still struggles with the loss, but feels so blessed that God gave her the 3 girls she know has.

Comment by Cindy Nichols on December 17, 2009 at 9:55pm

Happy Holidays to everyone.My favorite memory of christmas is children.Last year a little girls mom was having lots of problems and could not afford to have christmas for her.I went to all my friends and family and everyone chipped in to get her something for christmas her mom cried and thank us.To me christmas is about giving.

Comment by Jennifer Randall on December 17, 2009 at 9:44pm

we wish you a merry christmas, we wish you a merry christmas...............
Memory's awh..... well, that is all I have been thinking about latley. Two people that meant alot of me have just passed away within two weeks of eachother. My grandmother and the only father I ever knew so therefore.... I (like most of you) had every Christmas at my grandmother's with all the 30 something people around. That is no long the case. it is sad but the memories of grandma's were wonderful. The food was the best. I got her book of goodies when she passed so I just hope I can make the same lasting memories for my children that I had; warm, loving, family memories.
so.... I wish you a merry christmas... I wish you a merry christmas.

Comment by Kathi Marchiano on December 17, 2009 at 8:38pm

Christmas 1990, we were moving from a military base in Colorado back to California. There was a terrible snow storm that hit the whole region that caused our trip to be delayed and our travel to be slow. We had to actually drive East to Kansas to go South to Texas to get on Highway 10 because 40 was closed. We arrived on Christmas Eve at the base in CA after 6 pm on Christmas Eve, so everything was closed. I had only one gift for my 3 yr old and no tree or holiday meal to prepare. The Red Cross at the military base got word of the situation and stepped in and provided my daughter with a gift and the family with a holiday meal. My daughter and I took the art paper and crayons we had taken on the road trip to make a tree. We taped it to the wall by the dinet table in the base guest house. It was a simple Christmas, but I loved sitting there with my daughter coloring the tree and ornaments. Sometimes the simplest things are the best.

Comment by Debi Kelly on December 17, 2009 at 10:08am

My daughter Denise at the time was in love with the Back Street Boys. Fortunetly they were giving a concert New Years in our area. A friend of mine and I both purchased tickets for our daughters for the event. I placed the ticket inside the cd player of a little boom box that I had gotton for Denise. On Christmas morning the house was crazy with all of my six children opening their gifts. Denise opened her boom box and as she was checking it out she pushed the button on the cd player which revealed the ticket to the concert. I'm sure the people around the block heard her screams and tears for joy. As she jumped up and down screaming and crying the next thing I noticed was that all of her sisters and myself as well were all crying with her. As we all looked at each other doing this we started laughing hysterically. It was a Christmas we will never forget. As u see we share joy , tears and laughter with each other.

Comment by Linda Williams on December 17, 2009 at 9:24am

MY father loved Christmas, we didn't have much but he always made sure our Christmas's was great, he only had Christmas day off so he would spend the whole day playing with us, this one Christmas I was about 9yrs.old dad was enjoying Christmas Eve and had a little too much egg nog so when Santa came on Christmas morning, as always we ran to dad to awake him so he could play with us, well he would not budge no matter what we did, we tried jumping on the bed, shaking him, tickling him but nothing would help, mom even tried to wake him for dinner and he still would not move, then the next morning when mom got him up to go to work the thought it was Christmas day, and he asked us "Santa hasn't come yet? and when we told him that Christmas was yesterday, boy was he mad, he had missed his favorite holiday and when the cartoon came out about the bear who slept through Christmas we all said that the bear was our dad. Non of us every forgot that Christmas and Dad never got over missing it, but it is still the funniest & favorite Christmas memory I have.

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