tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post2184993617127288988..comments2024-03-17T13:09:18.354-05:00Comments on My Creative Corner!: Blog Candy Still!!!!Wandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06366436890384148480noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-67801616494611005522008-12-23T23:00:00.000-06:002008-12-23T23:00:00.000-06:00I remember when I was 8 years old I wanted a toy s...I remember when I was 8 years old I wanted a toy stove so badly. My mom said we couldn't afford one that year, I was truly dissapointed. When I woke up on Christmas morning I was so happy to see "Santa" brought me a plastic green turtle stove, that was the best gift ever!! I was the happiest 8 year old on my block!!!dee1219https://www.blogger.com/profile/14233369752767792817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-11161855141670059352008-12-11T13:48:00.000-06:002008-12-11T13:48:00.000-06:00when I was little I always wanted an easy bake ove...when I was little I always wanted an easy bake oven!!! never got one that is why I am a terrible cook, and It's my parents fault!!!!!! Laurie OLaurie Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18184479046521697668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-81647765264006947902008-12-11T11:18:00.000-06:002008-12-11T11:18:00.000-06:00I've left a comment twice, and they never show up?...I've left a comment twice, and they never show up?terriavidreader (IN-USA)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02900413309169659684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-21323817893437458042008-12-11T11:17:00.000-06:002008-12-11T11:17:00.000-06:00My younger brother received a book filled with all...My younger brother received a book filled with all the Charlie Brown cartoons, and he spent most of the day lying under the coffee table on the floor reading this book, nad every so often he'd laugh so hard that he'd rise up and bump his head. He's still like that!!terriavidreader (IN-USA)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02900413309169659684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-10248242774098547842008-12-11T09:51:00.000-06:002008-12-11T09:51:00.000-06:00Wanting to make Christmas more exciting for my tee...Wanting to make Christmas more exciting for my teens, one year we decided to add some mystery to our Christmas morning. We gave each of them "clues" that they had to figure out the location of their gift. One son wanted a "fossil" watch, and so his gift was buried in the front yard. Watching him digging around for it was priceless. Another son asked for a Stratus electric guitar. We placed his Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-43290502282671152712008-12-11T09:40:00.000-06:002008-12-11T09:40:00.000-06:00When I was 17 and in need of encouragement, I rece...When I was 17 and in need of encouragement, I received a beautiful bangle bracelet under the tree. I presumed my parents gave it to me and thanked them. They both looked at me with puzzled faces...neither of them had purchased it. Neither of my grandmothers, not my older brother...today it is still a mystery...adding to the wonder, awe and magic of Christmas<BR/>the Lord's blessings to you andpatti moffetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10361516585877796991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-86768562588954978492008-12-11T03:54:00.000-06:002008-12-11T03:54:00.000-06:00A funny event one Christmas was when it took us ag...A funny event one Christmas was when it took us ages to find out why the dog was acting rather strangely - as if it knew it had done something bad... it took us ages to notice that all sweet tree decorations had disappeared - we were left with the non-edible ones only...-Agnes-https://www.blogger.com/profile/07885357966362752479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-66129553183823112262008-12-10T23:40:00.000-06:002008-12-10T23:40:00.000-06:00I have always liked surprises. When I was growing ...I have always liked surprises. When I was growing up, my mother would get all the gifts ready (box, tissue paper, gift) and write in pencil on the outside of the box for who it was TO. I would wrap all the gifts, including mine, and never ever peeked! I wanted to be surprised come Christmas morning. Now that is trusting your kid...NeedsARibbonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18399405471582693519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-66991828106496024022008-12-10T19:53:00.000-06:002008-12-10T19:53:00.000-06:00LOL! Cute story! My story wasn't so funny when it ...LOL! Cute story! My story wasn't so funny when it happened but I chuckle about it now. One year my husband forgot to put anything in my stocking so Christmas morning everyone was looking in their stockings and, of course, mine was empty. My stepdaughter, who was young at the time, said, "I guess you weren't very good this year."<BR/>That was the year we decided to tell the kids that Santa only Lori A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07401211849944609069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-74064100062470672992008-12-10T14:18:00.000-06:002008-12-10T14:18:00.000-06:00I LOVE Blog Candy and will respond - PROMISE! hah...I LOVE Blog Candy and will respond - PROMISE! hahaha! Here's a story... When my oldest son was 3 yrs. old, he wanted a Santa pinata - so I bought one... no one told me that you were suppose to fill it up with candy yourself... so my sweet son, got a Santa pinata - that was empty... for Christmas! Being 3 yrs. old... we made up a story and he was fine with all the other presents! But the true The Vannoy Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03145491334225119764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-10093463318126804152008-12-10T09:58:00.000-06:002008-12-10T09:58:00.000-06:00I can't believe no one claimed the blog candy! Wel...I can't believe no one claimed the blog candy! Well, our first Christmas together as a family, our DS was 1.5 y/o, we were stationed in Germany and my DH and I had to take turns in the bathroom being sick. Fortunately, the switch off was smooth and our son didn't get sick, but we were so excited to have our first "perfect" Christmas that it was sooo disappointing. Now all we have to do is Stampin_melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13125710930908391620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-70767908218222729992008-12-10T09:25:00.000-06:002008-12-10T09:25:00.000-06:00Wow! I can't believe no one has claimed it. That's...Wow! I can't believe no one has claimed it. That's just crazy!!<BR/><BR/>Honestly, I can't think of any individual memory of the holiday. I can remember having such a great time with my family when growing up, every year it seemed our close-knit family had such a wonderful time. There were many eves when my older sister and I would stay up as late as we possibly could (midnight, perhaps) talking Mamawheeliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05289125101041615678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-10833785705573063482008-12-10T02:04:00.000-06:002008-12-10T02:04:00.000-06:00I remember opening the ONE chosen gift on Christma...I remember opening the ONE chosen gift on Christmas eve from my aunty and LOVING the special, very pretty little jewelry box inside!Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09601564999343507906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-61625419961729312742008-12-09T23:38:00.000-06:002008-12-09T23:38:00.000-06:00I want to share a story that when we were little m...I want to share a story that when we were little my older sisters would search the house at Christmas and find our presents which would be wrapped all ready. We would be really bad and open them up and then retape them. If the paper ripped we would just get more wrapping and rewrap it. I always knew what I was getting and it really spoiled Christmas for me. My parents were never the wiser till weVivian Swainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14720345439827205290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-33526519459693848812008-12-09T21:13:00.000-06:002008-12-09T21:13:00.000-06:00We had an old set of horse sleigh bells (no horse-...We had an old set of horse sleigh bells (no horse--lived in the city) and my Dad would go out in the backyard after my sister and I were in bed on Christmas Eve and ring them. Made us think it was Santa's sleigh!!Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17280168377128584671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-24500048654378503502008-12-09T20:15:00.000-06:002008-12-09T20:15:00.000-06:00Unclaimed blog candy! Can't believe it! Christma...Unclaimed blog candy! Can't believe it! <BR/><BR/>Christmas memory:<BR/><BR/>When my daughter was 3 1/2; she got up in the middle of the night, snuck downstairs and emptied out her and her baby brother's stockings. Unfortunately for her, she did not put all the little gifties back into the correct stockings. She found small cars and trucks in hers in the morning and my son found girly things Omahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11286799452430504370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-79386631940076963152008-12-09T19:24:00.000-06:002008-12-09T19:24:00.000-06:00It's been so much fun reading these Christmas memo...It's been so much fun reading these Christmas memories of others!! Mine happened when I was in the 1st grade. We lived in Northwest Iowa and my Mom's parents lived in St. Joseph, Mo. That was the only year ever that they came up to see us in the winter and I got a 3ft. bride doll for Christmas from them! She was so neat and almost as big as I was, and I loved her!! The night after Christmas Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-58295714932682801972008-12-09T18:31:00.000-06:002008-12-09T18:31:00.000-06:00We always drove an hour to my Nanny's house and th...We always drove an hour to my Nanny's house and the house was always full of 9 aunts and uncles and their families, but Nanny's tree always had the same familier ornaments. I loved to just sit and look at them. When she passed away at the age of 101, the only thing I requested from her belongings was a Christmas ornament!<BR/>It always brings a smile to my face and love to my heart!<BR/>Thank youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-32118155538516469812008-12-09T18:12:00.000-06:002008-12-09T18:12:00.000-06:00My favorite Christmas memory is of the year I rema...My favorite Christmas memory is of the year I remarried. We married on the 23rd of December, left for a quick get away to return Christmas morning. My three boys were to stay with friends but when we got home, the boys were sitting there waiting for us. They hadn't opened any gifts at all... just waited for us to get home so we could open them as a family. If you knew my boys, you would know how Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-75544634777976199942008-12-09T17:58:00.000-06:002008-12-09T17:58:00.000-06:00Thanks for the chance to win. Love your technique...Thanks for the chance to win. Love your technique cards. <BR/>My husband was in the military and we were stationed at a base in northern Japan when my first child was born. When he was about 17 months old my husband was asked to play Santa for a small church group on the base. We sat in the very back of the hall but when my husband started his "ho, ho, ho" my son started yelling "Daddy, DaddyWandaG_CThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15573076900853285883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-71692338342274775872008-12-09T16:26:00.000-06:002008-12-09T16:26:00.000-06:00I just have so many wonderful Christmas memories.....I just have so many wonderful Christmas memories.....each year is so special to me. Guess one of my favorites is when I got my first bicycle....I know my parents didn't have the money for it, but somehow, "Santa" provided the "miracle"!<BR/>Thanks for the chance to win. Lynn Hayesjimlynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16246714019342977528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-49082361765111805252008-12-09T16:22:00.000-06:002008-12-09T16:22:00.000-06:00When our oldest was a little tyke, we bought him (...When our oldest was a little tyke, we bought him (from Santa) one of those race car beds. We decided at the last minute to put it together in his room. So we slowly and quietly picked him up from his own bed, put him in ours and proceeded to put the new bed together. When we finished, we transferred him into the new bed to wake up in on Christmas morning! It went off without a hitch! He was so Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-71748086921009103692008-12-09T16:17:00.000-06:002008-12-09T16:17:00.000-06:00Gosh I hope it wasn't me and I missed it. Awesome...Gosh I hope it wasn't me and I missed it. Awesome blog candy.<BR/>My story would be when my oldest was around 3 or 4 he wanted a Nerf Bow and Arrow set so bad. Well he got up on Christmas morning and went through his gifts and threw a fit cause the Nerf set was not there. Heavens we looked all over for that gift. Dh went to the bathroom and low and behold it was behind the door. LOL, we Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00408185440132194920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-13652262171600640422008-12-09T13:50:00.000-06:002008-12-09T13:50:00.000-06:00I remember being ruldoph in the school play and no...I remember being ruldoph in the school play and not being very good at it. I laugh everytime I go to a school Christmas play.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17922203167767899750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37253126.post-37458275206425462902008-12-09T13:36:00.000-06:002008-12-09T13:36:00.000-06:00My Dad couldn't keep a secret, he would slip and t...My Dad couldn't keep a secret, he would slip and tell which presents were ours, even if they had someone else' name on them, and if Mama didn't catch him, he would tell us what was in it, too. But he was also great at guessing what you got him, too. One year I got him a tackle box. I put it in a huge box (much bigger than the tackle box), wrapped it and went to put it by the tree and he said "Carolyn Sharkashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07197589879672376230noreply@blogger.com