Little Debbie Christmas Box Giveaway
Christmas Cheer Gift Box Giveaway
Just in time for Christmas. Our dear friend “Little Debbie” has created this special box of their Christmas Cakes and other goodies to send to your friends as a gift. I’d like to send one to you… if you win.
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Win this Little Debbie Christmas Cheer Gift Box.® Just in time for Christmas.
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Giveaway Ended – We’ve Got A Winner
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Congratulations To: Paul P. Smith
Claim your prize Paul. Use our Contact Form at the top of this page to claim your prize. Just send us your complete mailing address so we can have your Christmas Cheer Gift Box sent to you right away.
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This Giveaway has ENDED, but here’s how it all took place.
Share one of your favorite Christmas memories with us for a chance to win.
There is no right or wrong answer in our Giveaways. Just share one of your favorite Christmas memories with us and you’re entered and eligible to win.
Maybe it was the time you got that great present, or that really odd present. Maybe it was something that happened that Christmas day that you will always remember. Perhaps it was just a special time with family and friends that you will always hold dear to your heart.
Share it with us in the Comment section below and you could WIN this delicious box of Little Debbie Christmas Cakes, Cookies, and other special surprises. That’s all there is. Enter NOW.
I really look forward to reading your entries.
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Here’s what you could win.
The big red box from Little Debbie will include…
Little Debbie Vanilla Christmas Tree Cakes®
Little Debbie Christmas Tree Brownies®
Little Debbie Holiday Spice Christmas Tree Cakes®
North Pole Peanut Butter Nutty Bars®
Little Debbie Christmas Gingerbread Cookies®
Your very own Little Debbie Campfire Mug®
Little Debbie Christmas recipes and stickers®
And, a very special Little Debbie Sweet Surprise.® I don’t even know what this is. Smile
How much fun will you have opening this big red box of Christmas Cakes? A whole bunch, I’m sure.
As soon as I saw these were available, I knew I had to give one away here on Taste of Southern. You can also order one of these online by clicking this link: Little Debbie Christmas Cheer Gift Box Orders
I’ve always been a big fan of the Little Debbie Cakes, and I know they make a fantastic product. I do hope you win, and I do hope you’ll share at least one or two cakes with your best friend. Smile.
Rules. Rules. Rules.
Only one entry per person. You must be over 18 to enter.
Open to the lower 48 states only, with apologies to all our other visitors.
Contest ends at midnight Eastern time, Saturday – December 08, 2018.
Winner will be posted on Monday, December 10, 2018.
Check back at the end of the giveaway to see if you’ve won and to claim your prize.
Winner must claim prize by midnight Thursday, December 13, 2018.
Winner will be asked to submit your full name and address to us should you win.
Your prize will be shipped as soon as you respond so you can enjoy it for the holidays ahead.
Winner will be selected at random, via Random.org. There is no right or wrong answer.
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This Giveaway is totally sponsored by Taste of Southern. Little Debbie hardly knows my name. Smile. Most of the photos used are the property of Little Debbie Cakes.
Good Luck, and thanks for entering.
Be Blessed!!!
Steve
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PSS: When I was in the second grade of school, I woke up sick on Christmas morning. My parents took me to the hospital that evening where doctors removed my Appendix that night. I spent the next couple of days recovering. When I started walking, I’d walk to the end of the hallway and stare out the window at a Nativity scene setup in the front of a church across from the hospital. I’ll never forget it. That’s why I’ve ALWAYS been a good little boy ever since. True Story. Smile.
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My memory is sixty to seventy years old. I grew up in rural Norfolk in eastern England. During the couple of weeks preceding Christmas my three brothers and I would be out after dark on several occasions singing carols around our small market town (population just over a thousand); sometimes with the church choir of which we were all members, sometimes for the boys with the Scouts and for me with the Girl Guides(equivalent of USA’s Girl Scouts). At many houses we would be offered mince pies and cocoa (sherry for the grown-ups and there would be scandalized looks from some of the older lady choristers if we dared accept the proffered sip of sherry from soemone!) We had collection tins for charity. But the main thing was always going to church on Christmas Eve. The service started shortly after 11p.m. and Mum, Dad if he was home from the Royal Air Force, and we children would walk to church. It was across two fields to a muddy lane. Unless there had been a sharp frost the fields were muddy too, as they were either lying fallow waiting for the early spring sowing of wheat, or else contained the winter sugar beet crop. At the further end of the lane we removed our Wellington boots and hid them under a suitable bush, replacing them with our smart shoes which we had been clutching to our chests. We then, thus attired, crossed the “main” road and down the short country road which led to the church. When the service ended the bells would peal out to greet Christmas Day; in later years one of my brothers and I would be amongst the bellringers and thus hold the rest of the family up for their return home! And strangely, even if it hadn’t snowed earlier, it would ALWAYS be snowing for our journey home, so we always had a white Christmas! It might not settle, but it always snowed. There was no late lying-in, we children had to be back at church to sing in the choir for the 8 o’clock service. Then back home for a fried breakfast, open the presents and back to church for the 11 o’clock service. Then we enjoyed our Christmas dinner and sat down to listen to (or later watch on television) the Queen’s Speech. The next day, which we knew as Boxing Day we would be up early again and down into “town” to see the local hunt. They gathered in the market place outside the King’s Arms Hotel, beautiful gleaming-coated horses carrying their riders bedecked in black jodhpurs and scarlet jackets (for some reason called “pink”) and black riding hats, most of them enjoying a “stirrup cup” provided by the hotelier. The beautiful foxhounds would be milling around enjoying the attention given to them by spectators. What a sight! I don’t think they ever caught a fox(I hope not) but it was all part of our traditional Christmas. Other memories? Tangerines, nuts (especially Brazil nuts) and Pomegranates.
My favorite Christmas memory was going to my Great Grandmother’s house. My whole family would gather there for dinner and it felt as if Christmas began as soon as we walked through the front door. The part that has remained with me the most? The bubble lights on her decorated Christmas tree. Do I have my own bubble lights for our tree today? Absolutely. What beautiful memories of our family gathering together they evoke.
My favorite Christmas memory was driving seven hours north to see my family. We would play our own gift game and have a giant bonfire in the backyard. Games of tag and hide & seek as well.
I think one of my favorite Christmas memories is when my Mamaw would get her Green Stamp catalog out and one by one ask all 8 her grandkids what they wanted for Christmas. We had a limit of something that was only 2 books of stamps each. But we poured over that catalog and decided what we wanted. And sure enough it was under her Christmas tree on Christmas eve when we had the family gathering at her house. Christmas eve at my Mamaw and Papaw’s house was always the best part of Christmas.
This is hard to decide. So many great moments from childhood and now great moments with my kids. One special moment I can remember was when we told my oldest she was going to be a big sister. Not only that, but we did a gender reveal and she learned it was a baby brother. She was pretty convinced it was a girl and continued to tell us girl names that she would name her baby sister; after we repeatedly told her it was a boy. It was the cutest conversation ever. From Mya to eventually landing the name Spike; just just went on for days about having a baby sister. Well fast forward and she was not excited at all when it really was a baby brother. Ha. That Christmas was a fun Christmas, but each one has it’s on memory.
My favorite Christmas memory is when I finally got the dollhouse that I had wanted for two years. I played with that dollhouse for years.
My favorite Christmas memory has to be when my father would take me to the Christmas carnival when I was little and then we would go and get my picture taken on a small pony they had dressed with a Christmas saddle and harness. The pony was so much bigger than me at the time and he had to help me up. This was in the early sixties so these things no longer exit. I guess when you grow up in Texas a picture with a pony trumped tbe annual picture on Santa’s knee. At least in my mind it did! Wishing all a Merry and Blessed Christmas!
Seeing my little brother and sisters jump around in enjoyment of their presents
My favorite Christmas memory is the year my mom’s side spent a weekend at a motel. We had an entire wing that included a conference room and a kitchen. There were about 25 of us. It was so fun just being together.
My most favorite Christmas memory when growing up was my mom always taught us the meaning of Christmas & had us say happy birthday to JESUS.SO I PASSED THAT TO MY 3CHILDREN & every Christmas morning they to told JESUS happy birthday.Now my children are grown & have children of thier own so I was so surprised & proud when my daughter came over & my granddaughter informed me that “it is almost Christmas &,JESUS birthday” I said howed you know that? She said momma said & we always sing Happy birthday to JESUS ON CHRISTMAS morning before we open presents or anything.turns out that all 3 of my daughters has passed this tradition to their children & their Christmas mornings! Makes me so proud to be their mother! So Happy Birthday JESUS & Merry Christmas to everybody
My favorite Christmas memory was when I got the original Nintendo system. It was the toy that every kid wanted, and I knew that my parents could not afford it, so I did not even remotely expect to be getting one. I remember after seeing it, I immediately wanted to plug it in, and they basically had to force me to open the rest of my presents!!!
My favorite memory is riding home in the back of Daddy’s old Dodge with my two brothers and my sister after the Christmas Eve Candle Lite service at church. The car was cold and we huddled together to be warm. When we got home we went strait to bed and Santa had come the next morning. I sure do miss all the love my parents gave me. I have lots of memories like these that I wish I could replicate for my family.
One of my fondest Christmas memories was the years I taught Sunday school( my husband was a pastor). I served a coffee and snack time before church for the Sunday school children an adults. I always served Little Debbie snacks for each holiday. It was fun to see how much the children and adults alike enjoyed the Little Debbie snack cakes and brownies in the Christmas shapes!
My favorite Christmas memory was the last Christmas my mom was alive. My mother suffered from breast cancer for 7 years before it metastasized into her bones, liver, and lungs. She was constantly in pain, and it was horrible to watch her hurting. She absolutely loved Christmas! It was her favorite holiday. But over the years that she was sick, we did not do much celebrating. She used to love decorating the house, and she always had the most amazing trees, with precious ornaments made from all four of her kids and so many others from students she taught. She was a teacher, and she was always very passionate about her students. Every Christmas, she received more presents from students than her own family! But when she was sick, it was painful for her to even move, let alone decorate for the holidays. My father had always done the lights on the tree, but now, with the help of us kids, we had to do all the decorations. We would take turns picking out which ornaments went where and where the stockings would go and so on. Her most cherished ornaments were all these different Santa Claus ones that her and my dad had collected over the course of their 33 year marriage. My favorite and her’s was one they got of a Santa with a grass skirt that they got in Hawaii on their honeymoon. The last Christmas before my mom died, our whole family was home, and we had done the tree, cooked, and on Christmas morning, we all four played a game of Monopoly. It was the BEST Christmas morning ever! I’d never seen my mother that happy, even before she got sick. One month to the day, my mom passed away. It was the worst day of my life. It had only been a month since we had played that game, with a beautifully decorated Christmas tree behind us, my dad’s cheesy Christmas music on in the background, and laughter filling the whole house. To this day, years later, I still remember that day as one of the best in my life. The holidays are very hard. But that was the best Christmas I’ve ever had. Thanks for letting me share my favorite memory.
My favorite and most special Christmas memory was last year. I was in my second to last semester of college and I was under a lot of stress, preparing for my thesis project. I dedicated the majority of my time to my thesis and I neglected taking care of myself. Once I finished my thesis project, I was able to relax and get back on track with my personal life. Moreover, my family knows how much I love honey buns and that I had not eaten them in months. So, on Christmas day, my parents surprised me with 8 boxes of honeybuns! I couldn’t believe it and I finished them within a week. Honestly, that was the best Christmas gift because they know how much honeybuns mean to me. I will never forget it.
One of my most memorable Christmases was the year I was about 4, and all I wanted for Christmas was a Cabbage Patch Doll. I was certain Santa Claus would bring it because I wanted one so bad. Unbeknownst to me, there were two problems… First, my parents didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t really afford it. Second, that was the year there was a huge demand for them and people were getting in fights and stuff to get them. So, Christmas morning came at our house, and my brother and I opened our presents. I did not get a Cabbage Patch doll. I was not discouraged, because in our family Santa ALSO went to my grandparents’ house. where my family would gather later that day. So we got to my grandparents’ house, and I Was sort of eyeing the presents under the tree. I saw a big one with my name on it. My aunt, who was about 13 years old, was teasing me in a friendly way, asking me what I thought might be in there. I said confidently, “A Cabbage Patch doll!” Finally it was time to open presents… and guess what? Not only was there a Cabbage Patch Doll for me that looked just like me with brown braids, but there was another one for my little brother! I know Christmas is not about gifts, but for me that just felt so magical. Many years later, I learned that my grandmother and my 11 year old uncle had gone to the store and braved the huge crowds, waiting for hours, and had somehow gotten their hands on those two Cabbage Patch dolls. So maybe gifts CAN be part of the magic of Christmas, because my grandmother was wiling to go through just about anything to grant my biggest Christmas wish. I played with my Cabbage Patch Doll all through elementary school… and I still have it at my mom’s house!
My favorite Christmas memory is the year that I was caught sneaking a peek under the tree. When I was 10, yes, I started my annual trek down the stairs to see what Santa brought. Every year the tree would be a beautiful sight and I certainly could not be one to sleep and needed a peek. I slept directly above my parents, which made getting out of bed a trick. Each step was torture if that was the step that would creak and wake them up. I must’ve made a noise but thought nothing of it. I went to the tree and look at the bounty. Then the lights clicked on. Busted by Mom and Dad. So much. Funny how I managed to keep it up for another couple of years.
One year at Christmas time, when we were kids my grandmother let all the grandkids decorate her house inside for the holiday. There was not an inch of space untouched with tinsel and lights!! This is one of my most treasured memories. My grandmother has since passed but I swear I still light up thinking about this wonderful memory and seeing her laugh so hard at the explosion of Christmas inside her house!!!
One of my favorite Christmas memories was actually the first year we left home for the holiday. We took a family vacation to St. Augustine, Florida. I thought I’d hate being away from home, but we had a wonderful time being tourists on Christmas in a lovely city!
My favorite Christmas memory is always watching A Christmas Story. Now my kids watch it every Christmas to.
Last year, I had the pleasure of going to Cleveland to do the A Christmas Story 5k race. As a huge lover of the movie, to start a 5k race in the city square from the opening credits of the movie, and to finish the race at the home that was used as the final scene of the movie was absolutely amazing. In addition to that, the fact that there were no fewer than 100 people dressed as the Pink Nightmare bunny, the leg lamp, and an amazing amount of other characters from the movie was just amazing. Plus, there was Ovaltine at the finish line!
My most favorite memory of a Christmas gift was receiving a pair of roller skates. They were the metal ones that you put your street shoes onto and you tightened them with a “skate key.” These skates totally ruined your shoes. Being from the midwest, it was always too snowy or cold to go outside to skate, so I would roller skate in the basement. I proudly wore my skate key around my neck which was on butcher twine. You never knew when you needed to adjust the nuts and bolts on your skates. You just had to have that key handy!! I couldn’t wait for Spring to skate outside. Fun memories !!
My best Christmas memory is waking up on Christmas morning and looking in my stocking to find all kinds of candy and nuts and the great smell of a tangerine. It’s the simple things I miss
I am a widowed 85 yr. old remembering my 8th Christmas as if it was yesterday. After my sister and I had finished seeing what we had received on Christmas morning, my Mother asked me to go out on the porch to get the morning paper. To my GREAT surprise there stood the prettiest bicycle I had ever seen. After much screaming and hollering, I managed to roll it into the house. I put the kick stand down and climbed on. Our house was heated with a coal fired “warm morning” stove. When you had a roaring fire going the outer surface would become a cherry red, such was the case on that Christmas morning. Somehow I got overbalanced and fell against the stove with my hand extended to break my fall. Needless to say I received severe burns and was coated with lard to try to relieve the pain. That was a Christmas I will never forget even if I live to a hundred. Oh, by the way my parents had to go out on the porch to retrieve the paper.
I think the most memorable Christmas for me was when my daughter was born December 12 and I hadn’t bought any Christmas for my husband or her and after we got home got a huge ice storm and couldn’t even get out for a few days. So we spent Christmas home with a “frozen” ham that had not had time to thaw and cans of mixed vegies. Have Mercy!
A favorite Christmas memory of mine is going to our hometown Christmas parade with most of my family gathering there. We monopolized an entire street corner. Our local Friends of the library would have a bake sale with hot chocalate too. It was so fun getting treats from them and sharing with all my brothers and sister and their children. We even had the local newspaper to stop by and interview us. Such great memories from those Christmas parade Saturdays.
Steve, your comment about the chocolate-covered cherries reminded me of something that happened just this year. For 20 years we have been giving our daughter-in-law a box of that candy as a Christmas treat, only to find out that she really doesn’t care for them! What we thought she liked all those years ago was not the typical box of candy, but really dried cherries with dark chocolate on them. What a daughter-in-love to endure so long with our mistake!
The most memorable Christmas for me was when I had no family around. I was in the military in Turkey on an unaccompanied 15-month tour. It was such an empty time I decided to leave the military so I wouldn’t miss my kids growing up again. This isn’t a downer because the very big uptake is that I’ve been with at least one of my kids every Christmas since.
Growing up in a farm in the Midwest there wasn’t much money for gifts for my sister and brothers. My favorite memory is of my “Uncle” Jim who would show up with a gunny sack full of apples, oranges, candy, nuts and gifts for us all. I know now that he started collecting things in October. What a wonderful and generous man to my family.
The Christmas I remember the most was many years ago when my husband and I, along with our two kids, made a surprise visit to his family on the East Coast. Since we live in California, we didn’t see them often. His parents were so surprised and my kids and I met many of his family members that I had never met before. It was really a fun holiday!
My favorite memories of Christmas are of my grandparents from out of town staying with us for the holidays and they always made it so special. The Lil Debbie spice cakes were always mine and my Granny’s favorite. One particular year, everyone knew I begged all year long for this computer keyboard that you attached to your TV to play games with in the early 80s and I opened all of my presents and didn’t have it. I was disappointed but I still smiled and never complained because I knew my parents had bought me a plenty. Little did I know they were tricking me and later told me to look under the bed for my last present which was the game system. My Granny was so proud of me and told that story from then on about how well I handled it. Good memories.
I am over 70 and I remember this like it was yesterday. I was 4 and it was December 1951. In hospital for a kidney disease. Shot every our for weeks, the Sister(nurse) said I looked like a pin cushion. Christmas was getting close so they had Santa on the floor giving out gifts to all the kids. Luckily I went home just before Christmas Day. Then I had Christmas all over again. What a joyous memory. Although my twin brother was upset because he didn’t have Christmas at the hospital. Three weeks in the hospital then two Christmas celebrations. What little boy wouldn’t like that
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One of my favorite Christmas memories was the year my grandma came over on Christmas Eve and spent the night with us. She wanted to wake up with us kids in the morning to see what Santa had brought us. It was so special because she only lived a few miles away and could have easily just drove over on Christmas morning. I found out a couple of months later why. My grandma had breast cancer and it had spread into other areas of her body. She wasn’t long for this world. Those memories of her last Christmas with us are so precious to me.
For me it was going to my grandparents every christmas morning. I loved my grandparents and miss them dearly.
I loved Christmas so much when I was a child. My brother and sister and I welcomed all our cousins on Christmas Eve or we were at their houses, taking turns. We played Carems, and when it got too wild, Mom would sit us down with pencil and paper and write Christmas Day on top and we tried to be the winner of how many words we could write down. I was the youngest cousin by far and never won but it was so fun.
My best Christmas Day had to be when I got my Nancy Sinatra shiny high white boots, I was such a fan of hers and had spent since my birthday in February lobbying for those boots, I also got one of her albums I didn’t have. It was magical wearing them to school after the holidays were over. Thankfully we lived in Southern California so no snow or slush to mess up my boots!
Thank you for bringing that back to mind. Merry Christmas
As a mom of two boys, I always wondered if the liked the traditions I had started. Every year they got a chocolate orange and a matchbox car. And a few silly things. When my oldest got married I didn’t fill his stocking with the same things. He finally let me know he looked forward to getting the same things every year. He is 33 and I’m not only still filling his stocking but his wife and kids too. He said it’s his best Christmas memories.
1952 was not necessarily the best Christmas memory but indeed the most memorable Christmas I recall. A turning point, if you will. I was almost 5 years old. I was one of 4 girls, Dad had health issues and things were pretty tough that year. I recall trying to stay awake just as long as I could, probably just to hear Santa arrive. And so it was that I overheard my parents discussing in an ever so low voice from down the hall their Santa shopping list. Even though I was just a little suspicious concerning Santa, my parents confirmed it on that 1952 Christmas eve night. I had so wanted a camera that year… but Mama was expressing her disappointment that they were unable to buy one for me… and so it was that I learned Santa wasn’t really who he was made out to be… and the news that I would not be getting the camera I had so wished for. But today as an almost 71 year old, I cherish the memories of Mama and Daddy’s conversation under such difficult circumstances… understanding the pain a parent feels when they cannot give as much as they would like. Oh how I miss them! And, by the way, I have all the cameras now that I want or need.
One of my favorite Christmas memories is going to my Grandparents house on Christmas morning, after opening our gifts at home. I knew I would have more gifts to open, as well as all that food and desserts my Grandmother would make. I sure do miss those days and I mostly miss my Grandparents soo much.
Every Christmastime was memorable because Mama and Daddy made sure of it with the decorated Christmas tree, watching the Grinch and Scrooge movies, family gathering with delicious food and kids performing their talents for the older folks, lots of wonderful gifts from Santa, the Christmas morning visit from grandparents and uncle who came in from out-of-town, and ending with a brother sitting on the curb with his arm around the Christmas tree and tears in his eyes. Every. Single. Year. Marvelous! Little Debbie goodies have always been favorites in my household ~ especially oatmeal cookies. Thanks for the giveaway chance at a Cheer Box! Now I’m off to the store since I’ve got to try those Cherry Kisses. THANKS, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Eating my grandma’s krumkake 🙂
My favorite Christmas memory was doing all of my shopping with my sister on Christmas Eve. Then going to church and come home to wrap our gifts.
My favorite Christmas memory is the Christmas program at our church. We would watch a beautiful, touching play and then unwrap a gift or two. Santa would visit and there was always beautiful singing. A dear older lady at the church would make us brownies and wrap them up in a gift box. We enjoyed them for a week or more afterwards.
The summer when I was 7 my parents split up. Mom took me to Reidsville to live. I felt so alone that summer. When school started I had to make new friends and being shy that was not easy. I missed my dad so much as I was a daddy’s girl.
Imagine my joy when during Christmas break that year we hopped on a bus and came back home to my dad! Best Christmas present I ever had!
Dad and I shared many Little Debbie snack cakes. Oatmeal and “Fly pies” were our favorites!
I REALLY love your Story Sharon and Thank You so much for sharing it with us all. I hope you win! God Bless and Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Steve, I think every year is memorable, remembering the family get together’s as a child to decorate the tree, the festive atmosphere, the mysterious packages. My grown boys and their spouses spend the night on Christmas Eve with us, and spend the whole day on Christmas Day with us. We eat a big breakfast where we open Christmas Crackers and laugh at the silly jokes in the packages. Then after doing the dishes, we open presents, while the musical movie “Scrooge” from the ’70’s is playing in the background. Lots of good memories.
The best time of year for me and friends and family. I’ve always been so blessed to be around family. The best Christmas was when the family was all together with my Mom who passed away in January the following year. What a wonderful and thankful time for my family.
The best Christmas memories was spending time with my 2 brothers and one sister. We had the best time on Christmas morning when everyone had to be up before we could see what Santa brought us. Each of us has a special place for Santa to leave our toys, my sister and I had the sofa and my brothers had the two chairs facing the sofa. There were dolls and tea sets for my sister and I. Then we had a delicious breakfast. We played with our toys while Mom cooked lunch, turkey, country ham, collards, butterbeans, corn, homemade biscuits. It was so good. Great memories.
The whole experience of the season! The Christmas lights and sounds of a small town. Church programs and everyone receiving a brown poke of candy, fruit and nuts. The excitement of opening packages on Christmas morning and the aroma coming from the kitchen knowing a feast is being prepared. A turkey was always on the table along with baked ham and roast and many vegetables and desserts. (Turkey and ham doesn’t have nearly the flavor as it did years ago.)
One of my favorite Christmas memories was going to church and getting a Christmas poke. A Christmas poke was a smallish brown paper bag with a tangerine or orange and some peppermints or canes and a few pieces of hard candy. That has always been a special memory. Getting all misty eyed thinking about this.
Last year had to be the best ever! We bought a new house and moved in on Thanksgiving so didnt really get to celebrate. We managed a tree up with all the unpacking. My husband and son got called out of town for work…but Christmas eve night pulled in late. Christmas morning the kids and grandson woke up to a roaring fire a big breakfast and a full tree! We sat around for hours eating and opening presents and just enjoying the family!
Back in the 1960s you could only get chocolate covered cherries at Christmas time. My Dad gave me 5.00 dollars to shop with and I bought a box of heavenly cherries with part of the money. Each night after supper i would allow myself one piece to make them last longer. I’ve never found any that tasted as good since.
There are so many amazing memories. One of my favorite is having all the family over Christmas morning, opening presents, and enjoying a meal together. I loved listening to my Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles stories about the past year. Then my next step was to call my best friend who lived down the road and talk about our presents. Gotta love being a kid!
Steve, God Bless you first of all !! Hope you are feeling better !! Your Christmas story reminded me of one of my own. I was around 5 years old and like a lot of children, had a small part in our Church’s Christmas program. On that Sunday morning however, I felt REALLY REALLY bad and didn’t feel like going but we had new Christmas dresses (my twin sister and I) and patent leather shoes and white gloves, hats and purses .. so Mama insisted. I managed to go but during the service, I up-chucked all over my uncle sitting next to me in church and then I went outside and crawled into the backseat of our old Buick…. where Mama finally found me. She felt my forehead and I had a very high temperature. Back then, you could go see a Doctor on Sunday.. and she drove me to our local Dr. (Dr. Brooks) who greeted her at the door of his house with his pajamas on, a cup of coffee and Sunday newspaper. He felt my forehead and said “Yep, she is a very sick little girl”. I was diagnoses with Scarletina…. a form of scarlet fever I think. Needless to say Mama took me home where I spent that Christmas in bed recuperating for Christmas day. It was a memorable experience both for me and of course my Uncle (smile).