tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post9153552456843036447..comments2024-01-04T19:29:46.884-06:00Comments on The Not-Writing Spectacle: This n That - Christmas Eve EditionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-12743920648122521092015-12-24T18:25:25.242-06:002015-12-24T18:25:25.242-06:00Such wonderful stories!
I remember one Christmas ...Such wonderful stories!<br /><br />I remember one Christmas eve when I was eight, and a tall skinny Santa came to our house to hand out presents. The next morning, (or another year, I'm not sure) my sister and I found a HUGE boot by the fireplace, that Mom said Santa had lost on his way up the chimney. It was a real workboot, and years later I learned belonged to another uncle. Such big feet he had! :-)Deb Salisbury, Magic Seeker and Mantua-Makerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01513482264195697450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-36012398449279419232015-12-24T14:54:54.195-06:002015-12-24T14:54:54.195-06:00Christmas in Lima, Peru and eating Christmas lunch...Christmas in Lima, Peru and eating Christmas lunch with 18 other people in strong sunshine, under a canopy, surrounded by banana and avocado trees. Turkey, stuffing, roast potatoes, Brussels sprouts and gravy, along with pasta and rice salads. Shame I had typhoid fever and couldn't really enjoy it. Still, it's my most memorable Christmas.Fran Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11079042659459259795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076293789081887442.post-90423090962381393162015-12-24T10:29:52.580-06:002015-12-24T10:29:52.580-06:00Basic training in San Antonio, Texas. I was seven...Basic training in San Antonio, Texas. I was seventeen years old and away from home with 49 other terrified girls, being yelled at daily (nothing new for me) and freezing all the time. I had to spend Christmas in training and I was pretty sure it was going to be miserable, especially after I fell into a water trap on the obstacle course on Christmas Eve afternoon. <br /><br />That night our drill instructor made us assemble in the common room, handed out our mail and packages, and told us we had the night off -- and whatever was in the packages had better be gone by morning. She also mentioned that if she found her coffee maker left on in the morning that heads would roll. <br /><br />Almost everyone who got packages in the squadron had cookies or candy; my mom sent shortbread and fresh oranges. We tiptoed into the DI's office and found ten boxes of instant hot chocolate and a package of disposable cups by her coffee maker. So we started heating water and set up a midnight feast. For hours we sat around and ate and laughed and talked about Christmas at home. Everyone shared their goodies, and I think that's what finally united us into a real squad instead of a bunch of lonely, scared teenagers. One girl from Chicago had a gorgeous voice and sang Silent Night for us right before we finally went to bed. Our squad room smelled like oranges and hot chocolate for the rest of the week.<br /><br />I still have an orange every Christmas Eve to remember that time. I also still exchange Christmas cards with that girl from Chicago. :)the authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03220786472896283714noreply@blogger.com