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Post by powerhse82 on Dec 16, 2008 11:25:00 GMT -5
With the economy being as it is this year we...The Power Clan are getting back to Christmas of old. You know the Christmas's when you were a kid or when you first got married and had nothing. I am looking for ideas. Things that make you happy when you think back. Families these days need anything to keep them going and help them realize that this life is so not about material things, vacations and leisurely lifestyles. Do Tell me!
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Post by Andrea on Dec 16, 2008 12:23:36 GMT -5
This got me thinking waaaayyyyy back Val lol. I remember when I was little, Christmas to me meant my family would all come together. We looked forward to that more than what we would get from Santa etc. Our family would all gather from far and wide at my Grandma's house, while the oldies sat and chat out in the shade of the back shed, us kids would be running in and out of the sprinkler, yelling and screaming, having a great old time. Then it would be lunch time, and Grandma always made roast chicken, and veggies, and there would be cold ham and salad. And watermelon....gosh I can even smell the old familiar smells....sigh. Gosh I miss those times. With the lack of rain for many yrs here, my kids wouldn't know what its like to run around under a sprinkler, maybe this yr after all this rain we had, we will do that!! Then after we had had our fill, we would be back under the sprinklers! Then we would play cricket in the middle of the road, get off when the odd car came along, let it pass and go out again. And at night, we would play hide and seek up and down the street, with our mates, cousins, neighbors, and their cousins, sopping wet in our togs, as it is so hot, till our parents called us in. Thank you for taking me back, and reminding me of the good old times I now know what has had me feeling like a scrooge, it's the feeling of the loss of the real meaning of Christmas spirit. This year, I cant bring back the loved ones I have lost, but I am going to search the shops for a sprinkler, I am going to make my kids get out there and get a good soaking, and play hide and seek, and make the neighbors crazy with their laughs and shouts!!!! As I am sure our neighbors did when we were kids hehe. But you know what, maybe the neighbors are missing exactly that too?? The familiar sounds of happiness at Christmas. love you, Andrea xoxo
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Post by bdecaunteton on Dec 17, 2008 16:09:51 GMT -5
Really? I didn't know that would exist. See, I'm not even allowed to go home to see my family for more than a week or even a week! My mom is making me work and none of my families are getting together 'cos we all do our own things for Christmas. Hmph, a Christmas fairy like myself shouldn't live through that. I love Christmas, it's the baby boomer generation, my parents, I have issues with and their ideas that Christmas should not exist.
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Post by Dorothyl on Dec 18, 2008 15:14:00 GMT -5
Nice post Val
I remember baking braided bread baskets and filling them with buns for everyone. When my 4 children were small and their father was laid off from work we had to be careful where we spent every penny....
Soooo....I decided to bake....after I had the bread baskets all dried out, I painted them with polyurethane...then I glued a few tiny bows that matched the household I was gifting.
It sounds easy.....but with 4 little ones and redoing the baskets over and over until they were perfect....it was a true gift of love:)
***B...life is what we make it....Christmas is also. Spend a few days with your family and then do something else.
Huggzzzzz~D~
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Post by ginnycube on Dec 19, 2008 7:57:19 GMT -5
My favourite memories of Christmas as a small child was the stocking. We used to half a pair of tights and lay it across the end of our beds and when we woke up it would be full of presents- this tiny bit of material would stretch into the most magnificent bent stocking full of shapes (mostly laddered on the outside but still held together). You could feel the weight of it on the end of your bed and we'd all take our stockings to my mums bed and sit opening them. It was so great having to thread your arm down the emptying tights and pull out various shapes of presents- I would always try to get my siblings to open more before me so I'd be left at the end with lots to open when everyone else had finished!! It never really mattered what the presents were and as we grew up there were more useful things than toys but the excitement of dipping time and time again into the stocking was so thrilling! As we've got older and receive less toys to keep us entertained I have made an effort to make sure a few presents are toys or games to play on Christmas day, that will hopefully keep the family entertained together, like this year I know my boyfriend is getting naughty shapes origami from my sister- I'm sure we'll all have a giggle and a play! The most annoying bit (and still is) is when my mum kept walking off to do the dinner cos we wanted to play with her and open presents in front of her!!! We're at my brothers for the first time this year though so hopefully that's sorted!!
Happy Christmas-EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
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Post by Dorothyl on Dec 20, 2008 7:54:59 GMT -5
Val I really am enjoying this topic... I grew up in a house with 7 kids and that was tough.. 5 brothers & 1 sister. Our Christmas lists consisted of 1 very important gift and 1 not so important gift. I loved Christmas then because of the family get together's more than anything else. It seemed that everyone put aside their differences and enjoyed each others company. I can remember we were allowed a soda pop and a bag of potato chips on Christmas Eve....that was definitely another treat that at least I thought was special. I could never sleep the night before Christmas...I was way to excited.. .One year I learned a very memorable lesson....I snuck into my moms room where I knew that she hid our gifts...now that year I had wanted this purse sooooooo bad that I could not help myself. So I snooped until I found my gift and I peeked...I was so happy that my mom bought me that purse but.....Christmas Morning....something was missing...it was the suspense of not knowing what Santa was leaving me. To this day even as old as I am....I never peak I love these trips down memory lane! Merry Christmas Everyone! Huggzzzzz~D~
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