Most memorable Christmas of your childhood?

[Sephiroth]

For me the year we got the original NES is pretty much the toppers-the whole clan in the living room playing duck hunt and super Mario bros. But the one I remember most vividly was the year our dog got sick. Ya see, for Xmas eve dinner that year mom made fried shrimp, and after dinner we went across the street to a neighbors party-but before we went mom put the pot of oil she had fried the shrimp in out on the back deck to cool off before disposal, and then we let our dog out. When we got home a couple hours later we let him back inside and his face was all shiny-yep, he had eaten the oil. Sufficed to say he was terribly sick all night and the next day, complete with waking my parents up from their winter’s nap by puking in their bed. That year it was our turn to host the rest of the family for Christmas no less, and to keep him from begging for table scraps and getting sick again we had to put “the sweater on him.” Because he hated this stupid sweater so much that if you put it on him, he would just plop his butt down and refuse to move until you took it off, so putting that on him was the one way to keep him from going around the table whimpering for hand outs. And that just broke everyone’s collective heart, because sneaking the dog table scraps was practically a tradition in and of itself, whatever house you were in.

How about the rest of you?

[arrogantmodel]

Oh my god.

When I was a kid, all I kept talking about was the Fisher-Price Pop-Up Playhouse. I asked for other things, but I really wanted that. So come Christmas morning, mom and dad wake me up, and I shoot downstairs.

In the middle of our living room, right next to the tree, is the Fisher-Price Pop-Up Playhouse. And NOTHING ELSE. I stand there, and my parents go, "Look! Santa brought you your tent you wanted!"

I'm like, "Yeah...that's great. But...I asked for some other stuff too." And then they tell me to go inside and check it out. So I lift the flap, and inside were all the rest of my presents stacked up. I let out the biggest sigh of relief while my parents just smiled and giggled.

My parents were dicks. 😊

[Toilet Paper Roll]

I’m going with 1988, I remember getting Super Mario Bros 2 and a giant paper bag full of about 20 GI Joes (i used them as wrestlers)

I remember once I saw Super Mario 2 in the First nintendo power it became the first MUST HAVE TOY of my youth.

Also that night my family, cousins and all went out for Chinese food

[Porky's Butthole]

1989. My mother had fallen on some harder times (we had chicken legs and instant potatoes for Thanksgiving). Add that in with she had been alienated from her family. So one day in mid-December, she sat us down and told us that she would try very hard to give us a Christmas, but she didn't know if it was possible.

Come Christmas morning, she woke us 3 up. Come to find a trail of presents leading from each of our beds to the tree. This was an even bigger deal because we *didn't even put up a tree*. And the living room was stacked. Gifts on the sofa, recliner, loveseat, piling into the kitchen. Gifts on the table.

My mother sat there, crying, watching her kids open their gifts and celebrate the holiday. My brother and I got basically the same things (just different colors, and the big stuff we shared). My sister, who was all of like 5 or so at the time got a shit load of baby dolls and accessories. Funny thing, I still have a few of the things I got that year (couple of WWF LJNs).

Two years ago, my aunt died. It hit me pretty hard because of everyone in my mother's extended family, she was the one I was closest with. We're at her funeral. Per her request, she had her ashes put into little baggies in several boxes to be released by way of helium filled balloons on her property. Each box had a label with a characteristic printed on it. I grabbed 'FUNNY', because she was hilarious and I got a lot of my humor from her. When my uncle Artie walked up to me and said, 'You should pick a different one...like 'GENEROUS'.' When I pressed him for a reason, he revealed to me that on Christmas Eve 1989, she borrowed his pickup truck, and together they wrapped a shit ton of presents. "I don't care what mom thinks. Neet (my mother's nickname) needs help."

1989 to 2016, I never knew that my aunt saved Christmas. I love her so much and miss her every day...especially this time of year.

[arrogantmodel]

Dec 23, 2018 12:14:43 GMT -5 Porky's Butthole said:

1989. My mother had fallen on some harder times (we had chicken legs and instant potatoes for Thanksgiving). Add that in with she had been alienated from her family. So one day in mid-December, she sat us down and told us that she would try very hard to give us a Christmas, but she didn't know if it was possible.

Come Christmas morning, she woke us 3 up. Come to find a trail of presents leading from each of our beds to the tree. This was an even bigger deal because we *didn't even put up a tree*. And the living room was stacked. Gifts on the sofa, recliner, loveseat, piling into the kitchen. Gifts on the table.

My mother sat there, crying, watching her kids open their gifts and celebrate the holiday. My brother and I got basically the same things (just different colors, and the big stuff we shared). My sister, who was all of like 5 or so at the time got a shit load of baby dolls and accessories. Funny thing, I still have a few of the things I got that year (couple of WWF LJNs).

Two years ago, my aunt died. It hit me pretty hard because of everyone in my mother's extended family, she was the one I was closest with. We're at her funeral. Per her request, she had her ashes put into little baggies in several boxes to be released by way of helium filled balloons on her property. Each box had a label with a characteristic printed on it. I grabbed 'FUNNY', because she was hilarious and I got a lot of my humor from her. When my uncle Artie walked up to me and said, 'You should pick a different one...like 'GENEROUS'.' When I pressed him for a reason, he revealed to me that on Christmas Eve 1989, she borrowed his pickup truck, and together they wrapped a shit ton of presents. "I don't care what mom thinks. Neet (my mother's nickname) needs help."

1989 to 2016, I never knew that my aunt saved Christmas. I love her so much and miss her every day...especially this time of year.

Sorry, Linus...but this is what Christmas is all about.

[The Ichi]

98, for a few reasons.

- Last Christmas with my Grandma
- Ocarina of Time
- I'd just gotten back into wrestling and got a bunch of the years PPVs to watch. I still have that Summerslam '98 VHS.

[4real]

That Christmas I got left on my own whilst the rest of my family flew to Paris and two burglars tried to rob my house. Good times.

[Main Eventer]

The year I got WWE Smackdown Here Comes the Pain and Simpsons Hit and Run for the PS2.

[Paul]

Dec 23, 2018 11:30:23 GMT -5 Toilet Paper Roll said:

I’m going with 1988, I remember getting Super Mario Bros 2 and a giant paper bag full of about 20 GI Joes (i used them as wrestlers)

I remember once I saw Super Mario 2 in the First nintendo power it became the first MUST HAVE TOY of my youth.

Also that night my family, cousins and all went out for Chinese food

Chinese food and Super Mario Bros. 2 sounds like a pretty great Christmas no matter how old you are.