Christmas Traditions and Stories

My daughter always left a cookie and milk for Santa and a note. I always ate the cookie and drank part of the milk and wrote a note back to her in "Santa writing". She would also go outside and cut grass and put it in a box for the reindeer to eat. She thought the reindeer wouldn't just nibble on the grass that was growing. No, I had to go out and help cut it. I would always try to go outside and make sleigh marks on the grass. I say "try" because we live in Southern California and it is not usually cold enough at Christmas to have frost on the grass. Once in a great while it was like that and I would say "look, sleigh marks!". You can use it on your blog Ashley

It will be titled Lorri's Cookie Christmas Memory

I can remember my grandpa used to keep lots of gifts beside my pillow and when I got surprised to see them in the morning of Christmas. I really believed that Santa came and left those gifts exclusively for me.

When I grew up, I understood that someone in my house was doing it, but I always kept my mouth shut because I did not want to lose those gifts :lol:

I know my grandpa did the same thing with my cousins and some children of my neighborhood as well. Now he is not with us, he left us in Feb 2003 and I really lost my Santa...

Stanley's Santa Christmas Pillow.. thx :D

Can I use this on my blog site?

Definitely :D

Thanks a bunch

We all have Christmas traditions...old and new, it seems!

My parents always put our largest gift, unwrapped under the tree after we went to bed on Christmas Eve - that was a gift from Santa. It was always funny, though, how Santa's handwriting looked suspiciously like Dad's! Even when we were old enough to know better, this tradition continued.

Today, I do the same for my children - the item they really REALLY wanted gets left under the tree, unwrapped, after they've gone to bed on Christmas Eve. We leave cookies and milk for Santa, and Santa leaves a note thanking the kids for the treat. My youngest is 8 years old, and still believes in Santa.

Your family tradition is quite similar with ours. I can remember my sister did not sleep whole night just to know who keeps the gifts there :lol: but when Santa :?: came she did not make a sound even. It was like an open-secret.

The Gift of Santa's Christmas Tree

Can I use your story on my blog site?

I can still hear the bell ring :D

yes, definitely!

Do let us know when our stories appear in your blog :lol:

And Ashley, did you know that you are in NEWS!

OMG I swear I didn't do it, i was just there paying a bill and all of the sudden... wait what news? :D

I am going to post these on Christmas Eve

I suddenly came across the NEWS and got surprised to see your name. I want to share it with you all.

http://www.prleap.com/pr/58294/

A food for your blog Ashley :lol:

WOW! I didn't think my blog could compete with anything. It's just a simple blog I created, I didn't know it made an impact. I will have to bookmark that site and do an entry when the debt/finance entrys return 1/2/07. Thanks for the headsup

So does anyone else have a Christmas Story they would like to share?

I do have another, if I'm allowed to post 2...if not, just enjoy it and use someone else's on the blog!

When I was 5, I wanted nothing more than a kitten for Christmas. I was sure I wouldn't get one, because I was sick all the time with allergies, and my parents kept telling me I couldn't have one due to that fact. I was allergic to flour, milk, airborne pollen, dustmites, pet dander, evergreen trees (no wonder I was sick every year at Christmas - real Christmas tree), etc.

I went to bed Christmas Eve thinking I would probably get a doll and some clothes, as usual, for Christmas.

I woke up early the next morning to find a fuzzy body in bed with me...and being 5 years old, I automatically knew what it was - I sat up and shouted...

"MOOMMMMM! THERE'S A LION IN MY BED!!"

Needless to say, it wasn't a lion...but a little gray striped tabby/siamese mix kitten, donated by family friends who had a purebred siamese female who got outside when she was in heat. (I'm pretty sure my kitten's daddy was a gray striped tabby with no fixed address.) We toyed with his name for a long time - Kitty, Funnyface, Jerry - but then one day, when my sister was holding him, he was startled by something and peeled out down her chest and stomach, leaving racing stripes where his claws dug in. She yelled out "You TURKEY!" and the name stuck. He was Turkey until the day he was humanely put down at the ripe old age of 20 years. He was my best friend for the many years we had him.

Hi Ashley. You can use my story, if you'd like.

When my kids were little, my sister lived close by. I would give her a call on Christmas Eve, at around the kids' bedtime. She would go outside with these bells and walk around the outside of my house, ringing the bells. My kids would hear them, and I would say, "Uh-oh, I think Santa's here. You'd better get to bed!" We did that every year, and they never caught on.

Sue of course this will be posted under The Christmas Turkey Kitty

Sue, I love the story about your kitten.

Thanks!

You're welcome.

Hmmmm...Ok, we leave a beer for Santa instead of milk on Christmas eve. We go out and buy one can. We tell our little boy it's because our last name starts with W, and Santa is really tired by the time he gets to us because he goes in alphabetical order, and he needs a pick-me-up. Then we take shoes, put them in the ashes from the fireplace, and stomp them on the hearth, so there's footprints...Like Santa came down the chimney.

Christmas With the Beer and Ashes. Can I use your story on my blog site finsfan?

lol, sure you can.

2 quick bits---my niece leaves Santa a Pepsi and a banana cause thats what "her" Santa likes. And I just remembered this---about a week before Christmas my brother and I would start "practicing" how we would wake up on Christmas morning---how our faces would look, who would wake up who first, etc. (we drove my mom nuts with this).

Ok,
When my daughter, who is 21, got to the point where she was starting to not believe in Santa Claus, I took her aside and told her the truth: there was no big guy in a red suit. She was in the third grade and thought about it for a minute and said "OK. If there's no Santa, who eats his cookies?" A light bulb went on over her head and she yelled "MOM!!!!!!!!!!" Yep, I was busted!!!!!!

One last bit:
I had the flu this weekend and Friday I spent most of the day in bed. My daughter is in a management trainee program for a national restaurant chain, based in Los Angeles, and had told me previously that there was no way she could come home for Christmas, so I was pretty sad about that.
Friday night, I got a phone call from her, telling me to check my email. I said I'd do it Saturday since I felt lousy and she told me to drag my sorry carcass out of bed and go to the computer.
I got out of bed, muttering under my breath and logged on--when I saw a Southwest Airlines itinerary for her in my email! I screamed and cried, while the little brat was giggling on the phone! Yes, she's coming home on Christmas Eve, to cook my Christmas dinner, thank god...

HEY..What do you mean, there's no Santa???

KS, I'm so glad your daughter is going to be coming home for Christmas! What a wonderful gift for you. I hope you have a great Christmas (and I hope you feel better, too).

Fins, I seem to remember hearing that rumor, too. Don't believe it! I just talked to my daughter a little while ago. She said she just got home from work and was going to start a fire in the fireplace, and she saw Santa sitting in the fireplace with a beer in his hand and ashes all over his shoes.

Okay ya'll I have some great stories to post but I would like at least 5 more to post. Someone out there must have a funny or sentimental story out there you want to share with everyone. Even the VISITORS to the DCC site, i want your story just sign your first name and say I can use it. I will be posting these stories Sunday morning.

LOL..Thank you so much for confirming Santa! I was getting a little upset...

No need, Fins - I have PROOF (I saved the ashes).

Okay everyone that submitted a story, my blog entry is publshed, check your story out, tell me if there typos or anything you want changed. Thanks again ya'll

Oh, I just looked..Absolutely wonderful. That was a great idea.

blogger has some weird formating so my pictures didn't align right but it still came out well, thanks everyone again for your stories.

Ashley,

That is absolutely wonderful! You have a terrific blog.

Well, my sons and I just finished making our cut-out cookies to leave for Santa tonight - using the same age-old recipe used by my mother and grandmothers for years. The recipe card is faded, aged, stained, crinkled, but still readable! They always turn out perfect, too. We cut out our Santas, trees, bells, stars, using the old crimped metal cookie cutters I used as a child, and that belonged to my parents before that. Sprinkled with colored sugar, and ready to leave with a glass of milk for Santa!

Merry Christmas everyone!