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| ID | Post Type | Posted By | Comment | Title | Posted On | |
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| 3228 | Article | fuschnikt | Hey Vapor..I was surprised just how many traditions, big and small, had gone for me as well. As I was writing this, so many forgotten things came flooding back. Even just the Christmas morning "procedure" so to speak. Waking up, Santa always left something in our room, my mom putting on Christmas music, waiting by the stockings for my dad to get his coffee (he took forever..might have been on purpose). It was really a walk down memory lane. | Dec 17, 2015 |  | |
| 3595 | Article | mickyarber | I don't know how I missed commenting on this last year when it was new, but I love this article. This is really what nostalgia is at it's heart. There are a lot of traditions around Christmas are luckily still alive and well around our house. Like I have a rule that no one opens a present until everyone has had breakfast....just like my Dad insisted on when I was a kid. My wife grew up with her grandparents making Pillsbury Orange Sweet Rolls for breakfast on Christmas morning, so we keep that going as well. So in these modern times, no one opens a present until everyone has had an orange sweet roll. But I love hearing about traditions in other people's lives, especially those involving Christmas. This article hits a nice place deep inside. Glad you shared it. | Christmas Memories: Traditions Come and Gone | Dec 18, 2016 | |
| 3208 | Article | Vaporman87 | It's a cliché, but an accurate one - "You don't know what you have, until it's gone." This hits very close to home for me. My relationship with my mom after my parents divorced was strained. There were a lot of things at play there, but it amounted to feeling unappreciated. So, by the time I became a parent, that relationship was almost non-existent. My wife actually convinced me to make things better, putting aside the past and forging ahead. So going to visit her with my wife and kids was an awkward and nervous affair. I was always glad to be leaving more so than anything else. Now that she is gone, I feel like I would give most anything for one more of those awkward Christmas visits. | Bah Humbug! | Dec 13, 2015 | |
| 3211 | Article | NLogan | The important thing Tony, is that you made the effort and didn't deprive your children visiting their grandmother. Your wife is worth way more than her weight in gold and she was right (they usually are, don't tell mine I said that). My parents and my wife's parents are divorced. There have been plenty of awkward get togethers. But if they wanted to see the grandchildren they had to at least be civil to make it work being in the same room together. My mom and dad are now good friends, but it wasn't always so. My wife's parents have a ways to go but at least are no longer being juvenile and petty. It is hard when people feel deprived of their most precious things in the world their own children, whether in decision making or just quality time. That is the magic of Christmas however, the season brings people closer together. | Bah Humbug! | Dec 13, 2015 | |
| 3212 | Article | Vaporman87 | Indeed. My parents eventually became friendlier to each other as well. By the time mom was in the late stages of her cancer, they had all but forgotten the "bad old days". It was very difficult to deliver the message from my father to my mother that he was sorry for the way things turned out for them. He wanted her to know it before she left this old world. If nothing else, Christmas is a reminder to me to let everyone I care about know my appreciation for them. Even if it's awkward or uncomfortable. | Bah Humbug! | Dec 13, 2015 | |
| 3214 | Article | vkimo | "say hello to uncles reeking of alcohol wanting to know when you are going to be big enough to take them on" What is it about that? My uncle's wife's brother was a total jerk. He was a short squat drunk who was calling me a wimp. I was about 14 at the time and was debating if I could push him off the roof patio we were all leaning on. | Bah Humbug! | Dec 13, 2015 | |
| 3218 | Article | NLogan | @vkimo, mine were tattooed former airborne rangers at 6'6" and 6'4" respectively. One put us on his Harley Davidson motorcycle and wheelied scaring the crap out of me. The other had the nickname "Tree" and had his own slot machine one armed bandit that you could play. It never escalated beyond beating them at chess and losing to them in arm wrestles. By the time I could actually take them in high school I was heavily into martial arts and they were both in their late 50s. But I still remember the, "Say boy, c'mere lookit this". | Bah Humbug! | Dec 14, 2015 | |
| 3205 | Article | mickyarber | Very good read. I always like it to hear stories of when kids realize who the real "Santa" is, and especially stories where you can feel the heartfelt gratitude coming through for him just like in this story. Good job. | Operation Santa | Dec 13, 2015 | |
| 3206 | Article | vkimo | Whoa dude, heavy ending. Being a father myself, I've come to know that us men are the real Santa Claus! | Operation Santa | Dec 13, 2015 | |
| 3207 | Article | Vaporman87 | I am reminded of a similar tale from our very own fuschnikt from last year, 1990 - The Year Santa Died. I enjoy these stories of that final year that we actually believed. And, instead of feeling a tremendous sense of disappointment, we instead come to appreciate the efforts of the "real" Santas. Here, it seems it took little more than a sticker to "open your eyes". I'm guessing you already had your suspicions before that moment, being so easily swayed. Would that be an accurate assumption? | Operation Santa | Dec 13, 2015 | |
