What’s Your Favorite Holiday Memory?

The season of holidays is upon us — so, what’s your favorite holiday memory?  What makes it a favorite?

4 thoughts on “What’s Your Favorite Holiday Memory?”

  1. Some of my happiest Christmas memories involve holiday potlucks with the meditation group I attend. We gather at a member’s house, start a fire in the fireplace, and surround ourselves with good food and good friends. The memories always fill me with a warm, gooey sense of well-being.


  2. When I was a kid I remember always feeling let down after Christmas. That feeling always hit like clockwork on Christmas night. I’d be sitting in the family van clutching my new favorite toy on the drive back from Grandma’s and Grandpa’s house and wonder why I felt so empty after making a haul. I thought it was because I had looked forward to the gifts with great anticipation and then once they were all opened and there were no more surprises, I had to wait a whole year before I could open new surprises.

    But the reality is I think I was looking for something intangible in tangible things — always a losing proposition of course. I wanted to feel a connection and closeness with the people I loved and I didn’t. I didn’t know that was what I was looking for — or even missing — at the time but I know it now. The closest I came to feeling that (as far as I can remember) was when one of my older sisters made some gingerbread cookies from a recipe I had brought from my elementary school. While we decorated them she treated me like a human being instead of the usual pain in the ass.

    My best Christmas memories come later in life because they are shared with good friends and loved ones. That is what makes a good Christmas memory. If I were religious I would tell you I am blessed.


  3. Oh, that’s a hard one. So many good memories. Maybe it’s when Uncle Ellis bought me a toy grenade launcher which was my first toy that was a weapon. The parents didn’t believe in giving kids guns. BTW, I fired my first weapon in the US Army basic training. The Drill, SSG Hernandez, said that if we’d never fired a weapon he could train us to fire expert. I qualified expert.

    This year is pretty good so far. I soloed in a feature piece called “The Grinch” on bass sax. I’m doing a number of Big Band nights for a theater show. That’s cool too.


  4. The year our tree was set up such that there was a hidden corner behind it, illuminated by the light strings, where I could hole up and read. I read The Worm Ouroboros, The Once and Future King, and a big book of horror stories illustrated by Edward Gorey back there. It was better than opening any amount of presents.


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