Advent Calendar Day 10

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 Day 10? Ten? Is that possible?

I do intend to write some codas in here. The skipped days are day I intend to go back and write codas. But in the meantime, I am Christmas shopping. Shopping, shopping, shopping. I am almost -- almost -- done. I still have to buy for my father and one of my nephews. My father is easy. He needs everything and he is grateful for anything. He stops to appreciate the wrapping paper.  That's my dad. My nephew... Well, he is always polite. But there is a difference in the politeness of someone who has received exactly what they want and someone who receives what they didn't want. :-D

Anyway, this puts me in mind of many other Christmases and holidays. And so today's Advent Calendar is about you. Share with us your earliest Christmas or winter holiday memory. How far back can you remember?

I think my very earliest holiday memory is of the Christmas tree in our house in Glendale. I must have been...hmm. Maybe three? No, probably two. New house, new baby. That's right. My sister would have been a newly born baby. Just three months old. I remember walking around the tree and accidentally knocking off a very fragile red glass horn ornament. There were two of them. Er...one of them.

Anyway, I remember the wonder and the horror of those fragile little ornaments. :-D I remember being totally confused by the holiday. Though not as confused as I was about Easter (where I continued to check many days afterwards to see if more chocolate rabbits had mysteriously arrived during the night).

How about you? Share with us your earliest winter holiday memories. And three random commenters will be picked to receive an audio book download.






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Published on December 10, 2014 06:27
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Ije the Devourer of Books My earliest Christmas memory is from when I was either 3 or 4. It was during the night and I realised Santa had come and left some presents in my stocking which hung from my bed. I rifled through some of the presents until I found the box of sweets which I had been anticipating. I sat there in the dead of night munching my way through my sweets and in the morning my parents were quite surprised to find I had mostly eaten mine. I still have a very clear memory of munching sweets in bed in the dark :)


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