tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post5111711686455699110..comments2023-10-06T02:52:14.643-05:00Comments on feeling stitchy: Rebeca Ringquist Sampler Giveawayfloresitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12684933322612185834noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-21292950658764363532012-12-09T19:00:42.614-06:002012-12-09T19:00:42.614-06:00I think my favorite memory of Christmas is to see ...I think my favorite memory of Christmas is to see it through the eyes of a child. Linda GerigLinda Gerignoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-70793440268352224992012-12-09T18:54:36.468-06:002012-12-09T18:54:36.468-06:00My brother was born five days before Christmas, 22...My brother was born five days before Christmas, 22 years ago. I'll not soon forget that.Mary Burnsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-22560832432721537592012-12-09T18:23:24.454-06:002012-12-09T18:23:24.454-06:00When I was 10, I got up Christmas morning at about...When I was 10, I got up Christmas morning at about 4 and opened up all my presents. Of course I had only the light of the Christmas tree to go by as I didn't want to turn on any lights and wake my mother. I unwrapped and very carefully rewrapped every single gift with my name on it. When my mother got up and we started opening, I had to pretend to be surprised by everything. I'm probably Katie XYZnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-10893742397023469852012-12-09T16:54:18.246-06:002012-12-09T16:54:18.246-06:00I grew up on a farm in Norway. Our equivalent to S...I grew up on a farm in Norway. Our equivalent to Santa Claus was "fjøsnissen". He lived in our barn, and to keep him from doing mischief we had to give him food every Christmas Eve. We made traditional rice porridge for lunch, and always made a large bowl for fjøsnissen too. Then we went to the barn, and left it there for him to eat. It was always very exciting to go to the barn the Ingridnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-3986476966950046232012-12-09T15:00:33.509-06:002012-12-09T15:00:33.509-06:00When I was little, Atari was the hottest thing out...When I was little, Atari was the hottest thing out there! My sister and I wanted a game set so bad! Dad packed us all into the station wagon for the first part of our Christmas gift-- Disney World!! In the back of the car, was a big wrapped box, just the right size for an atari game set!! The whole trip, from Louisiana to Florida, my sister and I stared at that box, imagining the fun we'djennifernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-4356689192556979642012-12-09T13:06:42.225-06:002012-12-09T13:06:42.225-06:00When I was a junior in college my parents decided ...When I was a junior in college my parents decided to sell the house I grew up in. A little sad, but they needed a change and as an adult, I can understand that. The kicker was that they had to be out by the first of Dec, but they couldn't move into the new house until after the first of the year. So they put most of the stuff (including most of the Christmas decor) into storage and moved Lisa McNeilhttp://www.facebook.com/lisajean.mcneilnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-35482967370926494282012-12-09T12:38:27.800-06:002012-12-09T12:38:27.800-06:00When my daughter was 6 or 7 She really put her hea...When my daughter was 6 or 7 She really put her heart and soul into baking and decorating Christmas cookies. Flour and sprinkles Every where. That still makes me smile.sherrnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-40224140667095997442012-12-09T11:04:52.618-06:002012-12-09T11:04:52.618-06:00There's a lot to choose from, but I'd say ...There's a lot to choose from, but I'd say the year my sisters got dollhouses for Christmas, which my dad had spent months building in our basement. Just the look of surprise on their faces, that's one of my favorite Christmas moments, ever. Thanks for the opportunity - those samplers are awesome.NTEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-40991864794383139162012-12-09T09:19:04.367-06:002012-12-09T09:19:04.367-06:00My cousins brought their dog to Christmas one year...My cousins brought their dog to Christmas one year. When dinner was half over, we hear a crash in the kitchen. When we ran in to see what happened, the dog was standing on the kitchen table with a half of a pot roast in his mouth. My grandma chased the dog around the house trying to get him to let go of the pot roast. It was an uproar.JoAnnanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-62243833916366311432012-12-09T07:55:14.046-06:002012-12-09T07:55:14.046-06:00My favorite holiday memory was my son's first ...My favorite holiday memory was my son's first visit home at Christmas after being in Iraq. It's cliche, I know, but it was so great having him sleeping under the same roof for the first time in three years.Sandra Tonti Chidesternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-24997242832150237002012-12-09T07:37:27.507-06:002012-12-09T07:37:27.507-06:00Really lovely samplers!
One holiday after dinner...Really lovely samplers! <br /><br />One holiday after dinner and everyone <br />was feeling tired my boyfriend asked me to go for a walk with him ~ I <br />said 'but it's snowing' ~ he said 'it'll be fun!'. About half way <br />through the walk he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him! <br />Everyone back at the house knew about it (how they kept it a secret, I <elsanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-91626252720427363262012-12-09T06:22:04.042-06:002012-12-09T06:22:04.042-06:00Such a lovely giveaway! One of my favourite Christ...Such a lovely giveaway! One of my favourite Christmas's was at the end of 2007. My partner & had planned a holiday staying at my Grandmother's house (she had been moved to a nursing home) with our then two kids which involved an eight hour drive. I packed our car up whilst he was at work and then we took off later that afternoon. We arrived at out destination at midnight with a very Lilli Sparrownoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-45102392370549508252012-12-09T05:50:22.675-06:002012-12-09T05:50:22.675-06:00One thing that I have always done since I was litt...One thing that I have always done since I was little, was to sit in a dark room watching the Christmas tree lites twinkle. Something so peaceful about it, even to this day its one of my favorite things to do daily. My best friend also loved the lights, but she was crazy about driving around to see all the houses decorated. We would drive thru different subdivions weekly picking out our Jaan L of Txnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-83786858514316046432012-12-09T04:30:17.540-06:002012-12-09T04:30:17.540-06:00When I was 14 we moved to a completely new area in...When I was 14 we moved to a completely new area in England, a time when I missed friends and felt rather lonely. All my life I had loved horses and since I was 3 years old I had saved all my money into a savings account so that one day I could buy my own pony! When we moved we lived in the countryside and started to look for a pony! I had almost enough to buy this beautiful dappled grey pony, Bumpkinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-1492711735520937172012-12-08T22:23:24.195-06:002012-12-08T22:23:24.195-06:00My favorite Christmas memory is from '99, when...My favorite Christmas memory is from '99, when my husband proposed to me - there hadn't been a better one until we had kids, I love seeing how excited they get each Christmas morning. chantalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02389016142473586938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-7443552254188960262012-12-08T21:59:50.298-06:002012-12-08T21:59:50.298-06:00My favourite Christmas memory is actual when I was...My favourite Christmas memory is actual when I was an adult. My mum, sister and myself had the day together, just us. We sat around the Christmas tree with Mum's favourite Chrissy CD in the background, with fresh coffee and the cat playing with the growing pile of wrapping paper. After all that excitement (and a nap) we had lunch, Mum and sis had a whole crab to themselves and I had some Sally B.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-41129500306077102952012-12-08T21:55:52.017-06:002012-12-08T21:55:52.017-06:00I think my favorite would be the first Christmas E...I think my favorite would be the first Christmas Eve I ever spent with my partner. I'd been single most of the time throughout my life, and I didn't meet him until I was 38. That Christmas Eve, we got all dressed up, just for the two of us, made a nice dinner and drank some wine. It was such fun giving each other our gifts. They were so thoughtful and sweet. It was all so magical ... to Lindanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-55062362454486932132012-12-08T21:18:50.921-06:002012-12-08T21:18:50.921-06:00I grew up on a very picturesque tree-lined street ...I grew up on a very picturesque tree-lined street Everyone on the street would save their gallon milk jugs all year long to make luminaries. On Christmas Eve the entire street would be lined with them. It was incredibly magical.Katherine Granger Pittmanhttp://www.facebook.com/katherine.g.pittmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-48041669094733921682012-12-08T21:15:57.511-06:002012-12-08T21:15:57.511-06:00As a little girl, I worried about Santa Claus. Fir...As a little girl, I worried about Santa Claus. First I didn't understand how I could get presents if our house had no fireplace; some dude was just going to come in through the door? But the door was locked at night--you're supposed to leave the door unlocked? Who knows who else could come wandering in. Besides, we had a Doberman. How was I going to persuade our dog (who on his best days Eva Vargohttp://twitter.com/eeeva_rosenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-47163655543620292952012-12-08T21:04:42.693-06:002012-12-08T21:04:42.693-06:00My best holiday memory is the year my grown daught...My best holiday memory is the year my grown daughter an I bought each other American Girl Bitty babies and had them sent to the same neighbor who was sure she was going to mix them up or give the surprise away. My daughter and I both love dolls and still play with them from time to time.gccmomnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-76803563594757105282012-12-08T18:45:47.092-06:002012-12-08T18:45:47.092-06:00My best holiday memory is the Christmas that I met...My best holiday memory is the Christmas that I met the family (6 kids and 5 grandkids) of the man who was to become my husband within that year. They were all so welcoming to me, and that clinched the deal for my saying 'Yes.' Now I can look back on 20 Christmases and count my lucky stars for becoming part of that family.Kathryn Laposatanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-24304271842539469182012-12-08T17:56:57.801-06:002012-12-08T17:56:57.801-06:00My best holiday ever happened when I was 7 years o...My best holiday ever happened when I was 7 years old. My dad had to work Christmas Day and I was not looking forward to him not being there Christmas morning. On Christmas Eve night my mom, my dad and I got into the car to drive around the neighborhood to look at the Christmas lights and see if we could see Rudolph's nose in the sky. We had just piled in the car when my dad had to go inside Jennifer Fishernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-60794822062751473962012-12-08T17:28:55.397-06:002012-12-08T17:28:55.397-06:00I remember when I was about 3 or 4 on Christmas Ev...I remember when I was about 3 or 4 on Christmas Eve leaving for Grandma's house asking what if Santa comes and I'm not home. He did come and as soon as I walked in the door when we got home very late that night there was a stuffed squirrel in my stocking. My other was 10 years ago and 7 years ago when my boys got to experience this except when the got home very late from Gmas on Marianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-54344321956009986572012-12-08T17:16:03.244-06:002012-12-08T17:16:03.244-06:00Hi, I`m a reader from Sweden and I really liked th...Hi, I`m a reader from Sweden and I really liked those samples. <br /><br />My memory is from when I was about seven or eight and the year before I had seen my mum beeing the santa, so I didn´t belive in santa any more, but!<br /><br />This year santa came climbing through our balkony and I couldn´t figure it out, who was it?? It was amazing and made me confused for several years until I finally Cecilianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2067417910686705520.post-27124485967572241502012-12-08T14:41:25.526-06:002012-12-08T14:41:25.526-06:00what a wonderful giveaway! When I was a little gir...what a wonderful giveaway! When I was a little girl I bought my mom a gaudy/glitzy Christmas tree pin. I remember her pinning it to her Christmas nighty. She still wears that pin today (40 some years later). When my son was about 5 I told him that story. That Christmas I received from him not one, but TWO Christmas tree pins, a gold one and a silver one. He said he just couldn't choose! EveryEllyn Znoreply@blogger.com