Today I'm participating in a festive bloghop hosted by amazingly-talented, super-fun bloggers Cherdo and Janie Junebug. You can join in, too. Just add your name to the list and post about your favorite Christmas memory.
This was a tough one. I had a lot of great Christmases growing up. The first one I remember was this one, while my mom, sister, and I were living in Missouri. (I'm the brunette.)
All I remember of that Christmas was that I got a Holly Hobbie Easy Bake Oven. It looked like this:
I think when I remember Christmas, I think back to when I was 16. It was exciting for several reasons. One, I was driving for the first time. My first car had only an AM radio, but I loved it. It felt so grown up to drive. It looked kind of like this:
I was (sort of) working at my first job. I only worked Saturdays, though. I didn't like that job and would soon replace it with my favorite job ever (besides writing)--movie theater concessions stand worker. But that Christmas, I was making no-bake cookies to take to the "Christmas party" at my horrible workplace:
While making our delicious cookies, Mom asked if I'd called to find out the time of the party. I called and the manager said, in a not-so-nice voice, "Party? We're not doing a party. People are just dropping off food for the people who are working today." I hung up and, after discussing it with my mom, we decided to keep these delicious treats for ourselves:
I got to spend the rest of Christmas Eve at home. It was the last year I wasn't working at Christmas (movie theaters don't close) and the last year of doing not much more than going to the mall, talking on the phone, and going to school. Perhaps that is why it sticks in my mind to this day.
What is your favorite Christmas memory? Why does it stay with you?
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