This site is about you, but I think it’s only fair of me to share my own favorite Christmas memory before I ask you to to do the same…
My favorite Christmas memory is 1997.
The previous year, my wife and I moved to a new state. We were far away from friends and family, but there was also a sense that we were doing something exciting.
At Christmas, we came home and did the sort of whirlwind traveling that people do when they’re in from out of state. It was a busy trip and my wife was feeling especially tired. We started getting worried that perhaps she was coming down with the flu, but as it turned out she was pregnant!
I still remember the rush of excitement! We were so excited to share this news with our families!
As I write this, my wife and I are sitting in our living room. The son we found out about back in 1997 is sitting on the couch reading a book, and the son who came five years later is busy putting together lego models…
I think this year is beginning to show some promise too.
Now it’s your turn. 
Share your favorite Christmas memory in the comments!
THE FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE
BY
EUGENE FIELD
Once upon a time the forest was in a great commotion. Early in the evening the wise old cedars had shaken their heads ominously and predicted strange things. They had lived in the forest many, many years; but never had they seen such marvellous sights as were to be seen now in the sky, and upon the hills, and in the distant village.
“Pray tell us what you see,” pleaded a little vine; “we who are not as tall as you can behold none of these wonderful things. Describe them to us, that we may enjoy them with you.”
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O. Henry is one of my favorite authors. I remember quite clearly the red cloth covered edition of his short stories I had as a teenager. I consumed those stories with a hearty love. — Jamie
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
BY
O. HENRY
ONE dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name “Mr. James Dillingham Young.”
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CHRISTMAS EVE
BY
WASHINGTON IRVING
It was a brilliant moonlight night, but extremely cold; our chaise whirled rapidly over the frozen ground; the post-boy smacked his whip incessantly, and a part of the time his horses were on a gallop.
“He knows where he is going,” said my companion, laughing, “and is eager to arrive in time for some of the merriment and good cheer of the servants’ hall.”
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In my opinion, this story is best enjoyed read aloud by the author. The language is rich, lush, and comical. Below is a passage from the beginning that I love for all those reasons and makes me want to listen to it again right now.
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.
Of course, it just so happens that Salon has a downloadable version of A Child’s Christmas in Wales in MP3 format. Enjoy!
