Comments on: Alex Anderson Hopscotch Pattern: 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway

By: Samantha

Samantha — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 23:08:57 +0000

My favorite Christmas memory is going with my parents and my sister to cut down a tree. We lived in the San Francisco bay area suburbs, but it was an easy drive to the costal mountain range and plenty of Christmas tree farms. We would walk around using my dad as a measuring stick to be sure we got the right size, and as he cut the tree down we would all yell Timber!

By: Patty

Patty — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 05:54:42 +0000

Marie, your description of Christmas Eve sounds so like mine!!
My father and mother were both the oldest children of large families! I had aunts that were around my age, and one, four years younger!
I remember… every year my Grandpa, out on “The Farm”, would go walk in the woods to find that year’s Christmas tree…. while we made colorful paper chains for the tree, and made popcorn balls with Grandma, in excited anticipation of his return! Grandpa would always come back with a tall, spindly tree (usually white pine, with very long, soft needles), with great big spaces between the branches. However, by the time the tree was decorated with strings of those multi-colored large lightbulbs, large ball ornaments, candy canes, our paper chains, and then “iced” with long thin strands of delicate silver foil, that lonely sad tree was transformed!! I felt that Grandpa had picked the “least” of the trees out there in the woods, to give it it’s moment of being “first” in glorious beauty!… His own version of an ugly duckling/swan story!
To this day, I am partial to a long, soft-needled tree, with lots of spaces between the branches, and a far-from-perfect stand… I had been taught to look for, and see, potential beauty in the most unlikely places!

Blessings!!!

By: Jackie

Jackie — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 03:03:50 +0000

My favorite memory was distinctly hearing reindeer bells and santa coming to our home. To this day I remember looking out my bedroom window wondering exactly where he was and continuing to hear those bells.

By: Martha Payne

Martha Payne — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 19:00:44 +0000

I remember as a very young child getting a new Timex watch for Christmas. Of course, we got up real early, before daylight, to open our Santa stuff and in the middle of it all a huge thunderstorm struck knocking our the power. In the darkness I sat absolutely still so I wouldn’t smash my new treasured Timex watch….I wore it for years and it was my treasure until it finally wore out!! Love Alex Anderso. I used to watch her Simply Quilts show all the time….

By: claudia

claudia — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 15:39:12 +0000

Our Christmases were and are quite small. Most of our relatives live in another state and we don’t visit them as often as we when I was a child. As for the a favorite Christmas memory, it would be my father’s laugh. He had a belly laugh that could fill the place. He laughed a lot and he was always laughing Christimas eve. I miss him and his laugh.