Memorable Christmas Moments...

Only one sleep to go folks! Santa and his elves are frantically packing the sleigh. Rudolph {and Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen} are warming up for their long journey, and children across the globe are giddy with excitement. To get you in the festive spirit, I’ve invited some of our lovely readers to share their favourite Christmas memories.

Beer and Cookies for Santa

We live in a country area in Australia that is quite isolated. Last year we put a beer out for Santa instead of milk as my husband told the kids that since we live far away from the city Santa comes to our house last and needs to relax and unwind with a frosty beverage at the end of this journey. On Christmas Eve, my husband stumbled home from a work party rather sloshed and as he came through the door he knocked the beer tray on the floor smashing the bottle and accidentally squishing the cookies into the carpet.

The next morning, the kids woke up in excitement and ran out to the lounge room only to be confronted by the carnage. Tears and hysteria ensued and the kids were convinced that they had offended Santa by not putting out milk, and as a result have been blacklisted onto the naughty list for life… Try explaining THAT one to the kids without ruining the magic of Christmas!

From Christine, Mum to Ethan {7} and Bethany {8}.

Decoration Creation Station

Christmas is my favourite time of year and I just can’t help going all out for the occasion. We put our tree up every year on 1 December and the weekend prior, we hold a “decoration creation station” where we make a new set of decorations for the tree. Yes, it’s true, I’m a complete Christmas Nerd.

This year our theme was “kooky elves” and the kids and several of their friends made weird and wonderful elves out of felt, toilet rolls, cotton wool and glitter. My kids are fairly young and are at the age where they still think crafting with mum is cool. I dread the day when they learn the word “lame” and all of our traditions fall by the wayside!

From Patrice, Mum to Oscar {3}, Lilliana {5} and Mikayla {8}.

Oh Brother!

When I was a kid, we had Santa Sacks instead of stockings that hung at the end of our beds. Mum would let us put them out at the same time as the Christmas Tree in early December.  When I was little, and didn’t really grasp the concept of time, my brother would fill up my Santa Sack {in the days leading up to Christmas} with old clothes and other boring items from around the house. He would then jump on my bed and wake me up saying “Santa’s been, Santa’s been!” I would fly down to the end of the bed in excitement and dive in to my Santa Sack only to find out that I’d been duped! He would do this several days in a row and I would never learn.

A few years ago, my brother came to stay with me for Christmas and thought it would be hilarious to pull the old clothes in the stocking trick, just for old times sake. I was 28 years old. This time I pushed him off the end of the bed, accidentally cutting his lip open and chipping his front tooth! Needless to say, this is one tradition we won’t be passing down the generations.

From Amelia, Mum to Sienna and Christian {18 month old twins}.

A Christmas Arrival...

Our second child, Ethan, was due on 14 December 2002 and despite reassurances that he would most likely come early, the due date came and went.  We had invited our family over for Christmas Day lunch, as I had thought that it would be easier to be at home with a newborn on the big day rather than have to drag a toddler and a baby, plus a car load of baby paraphernalia and Christmas gifts across Melbourne.

As Christmas Day drew ever closer, our initial jokes about a Christmas Day baby became less and less humorous as the possibility of being in hospital for Christmas became more real.  Sure enough, 6.00am on Christmas morning, I went into labour. In the end we were lucky that Ethan chose Christmas Day to arrive as the birth was a quick one. Had the traffic been at its usual level at that time of day, the 30 minute dash across town would have taken over an hour and Ethan may have been born on the side of the freeway.  As it was we arrived at the hospital only 20 minutes before our Christmas baby was born.

From Stacey; Knitter, Wife and Mum.

Uncle Stooge

My most memorable Christmas moment happened when my son was 4 years old {he is now 14}. My younger brother, who was 19 at the time, turned up to Christmas Day lunch looking worse for wear after a big night out with his mates on Christmas Eve. We always exchange gifts around the tree before lunch and during the handing out phase he fell asleep on the couch.

My 4yo was responsible for handing out the gifts to their excited recipients but when it was time for my brother to receive his gifts he was still asleep and not participating in the fun. Quite put out by this act of scroogery, and fresh from a viewing of “A Christmas Carol” the night before, my son climbed above him on the couch and screamed at the top of his lungs… Uncle Mitchell, stop being such a STOOGE! We all broke out into fits of laughter, Mitchell almost peed his pants and to this very day we still call him Uncle Stooge.

From Gemma, Mum to four grown up boys.

Christmas Sandwiches

My most memorable Christmas moment is a mix of both sadness and joy. In 2004 I was diagnosed with breast cancer just before Christmas. My husband and I chose not to tell the family until the new year as we wanted everyone to have a wonderful holiday season. Only one of my closest friends knew about the situation. However, it was a very difficult time for me and resulted in me sneaking off to quiet spots in the house whenever the tears came. I hadn’t realised that my young daughter had noticed me crying and had thought I’d done a pretty good job at covering it up.

A couple of days before Christmas I had my friend over for morning tea and was lamenting the fact that I hadn’t been able to get all my Christmas preparations done due to the unexpected drama. My daughter had recently taken an interest in “cooking” and was very proud of the fact that she could make her own sandwiches. On Christmas morning, attached to a gift from my daughter was a homemade card that she’d made in school. It read {in her teachers handwriting} “Dear Mummy, please don’t cry about the Christmas lunch, we can have sandwiches instead and I’ll put Santa Sprinkles on them”. Heaven knows what her teacher thought was going on, but it was the sweetest gift I’ve ever received. I carried that card with me through all of my cancer treatment, and still keep it in my bedside table.

From Jenny, Mum of Three and Breast Cancer Survivor.

In Santa we Trust

We attend Christmas Mass each year with my grandmother {my kids great grandmother} because it’s a long standing family tradition. We don’t attend Church at any other time of year so the kids aren’t really used to the environment. Mass had just begun and all was silent except for my unruly children. When I told my 5 year old in a power whisper {that’s what Mummy does when she means business} to sit down and be quiet, he said in a disturbingly loud tone… “Why, does God have a naughty list too?” It was hilarious and humiliating all at once. Snickers and chuckles were heard all across the church, but my poor Gran was mortified.

From Amy, Mum to Conner {7} and Tahlia {4}.

Christmas Ornament Collection

Every year in the post Christmas sales, I buy my kids a Christmas ornament {they are often 75% off by that stage and you can get some really special ones quite cheaply}. Both my kids now have a box of ornaments that is just for them. When my daughter Ellie left home {well actually, we left home to move to the country and she moved into a share house for Uni} she was able to take her special box of decorations with her. When my son Coen eventually leaves home {he is only 14} he will also have his special box of decorations. They have one for every year of their lives. It is gorgeous when they get the boxes out and go through the decorations and try to remember which one came in which year. I still buy them each year.

From Victoria, Mum to Ellie and Coen.

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