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. 
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December 7th, 2008 at 11:44 am
My favorite christmas story is really the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. It is my all time favorite movie. It’s all about self discovery, community, family, good verses evil and love conquering all. I’m a bit on the sappy side at the Holidays. I watch this movie every year several times. I’m sure I know the dialogue by heart. My favorite part is when Suzu says “Look daddy an angel got his wings. Teacher says Every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.”
As far as an actual story my favorite would be The Night Before Chirstmas. It’a a classic that I used to read to my son when he was little. “Twas the night before christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse….”
Thank you Jamie for helping me stay in a festive nostalgic holiday mood.
Denise
December 8th, 2008 at 4:55 am
One of my favorite Christmas memories is the year I was 5 years old. I had such a vivid imagination. I dreamed I saw my mother kissing Santa and it was so real that I shared it with my Mom and Dad insisting that I did see Mommy kissing Santa. My father wondered what man in a Santa suit my mother was kissing. My mother took it all in her usual good stride but it did make my Dad a little nervous!
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December 11th, 2008 at 8:49 am
My favourite memory is related to spotting the smell of the brand new Christmas tree in the staircase, when coming back from school as a child. My father worked at home so would sneak out during the day and bring back the best tree, big – slightly bigger than our cluttered appartement could take – and freshly cut so it might last longer. The smell was that of holidays. It still is in many ways.