The Baby Gardner FREE Vintage Friday: Nautical Soft Block Set

Getting anew puppy and it was a complete surprise!

My most memorable Christmas moment was getting a Barbie bath and shower. It really sprayed water!

My most memorable Christmas moment was when I heard jingle bells and noise on the roof when I was trying to go sleep. Santa was at my house! Years later I found out it was my dad.

When I was 9 it was really difficult to wait for Christmas morning to see what was in my wrapped present. About a week before Christmas I took my package from under the tree to investigate, trying to figure out exactly what it was (no paper removal involved). I got the most distinct smell of a baby doll!! My memory is one of disappointment because I knew what it was and there was no surprise on Christmas morning. To this day (I’m 61) I do not try to determine what it is inside any gift I am to receive. I don’t want to take the fun out of it!

Getting a Cabbage Patch doll on Christmas morning 1981… I heard later of the great lengths my mom went to get one b/c all the stores were sold out. I still have that doll and I’m 34!

I have wonmderful parents, Christmas was always magical. I’m the 2nd oldest with 3 under me. Somehow, my 2 inch tall paper angel (with one wing missing) that I got as a gift in preschool ALWAYS adorned the top of the tree. That made me feel so special every year. I don’t know who “mark” is, but thanks Mark for the little angel when I was a mere 4 years old. I’ve been married now for 6 years, and the little angel is tucked softly away, I don’t want him to get “hurted” as my babies say, so we’ll keep him safe in his little paper towel bundle with all our other Christmas decorations. I at least get to look at him once a year, maybe even twice, while I put the decorations away. It makes me smile. I found out just recently that my mother hated that angel, but that my father insisted we follow tradition and let me put my angel up. There were certainly other decorations handmade or store bought that would have looked better on our huge tree every year. How nice of my mother to never say anything to me. I had no idea, and just thought they loved me. I think I thought right. Merry Christmas

Being surprised by a dollhouse (3 stories!) with working lights! I found out later that my Grandpa had tirelessly worked for months constructing and furnishing it for me.

Thanks for the chance!

One of my best Christmas memories is how my Dad would paint Santa scenes on our front picture window every year. One year he drew Santa surfing, another year Santa flying in a single-engine Cessna.
Probably tied with the memory of my very proper Granny laughing her head off when she dropped the pumpkin pie on the floor.

The year my dad used deer hoofs to make ‘reindeer’ prints in the snow outside our house – proof that Santa really did exist!!!!!!!!!!