I have a feeling I'd show some pretty good speed if I needed to get out of the way of a meteor.

My fondest memory would have been Dec 25th 1942, but I was not born yet...I was born 3 days later.

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Getting fondled at Christmas by my hot cousin Debbie in 1980.

WTF?

Pakrz....

It's obvious you never met Debbie. Hey, my similar memory was from 1974 with Father Bob....

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Originally posted by The Crusher:
Getting fondled at Christmas by my hot cousin Debbie in 1980.

WTF?

Maybe it was this Debbie?

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Originally posted by Pakrz:

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Originally posted by The Crusher:
Getting fondled at Christmas by my hot cousin Debbie in 1980.

WTF?

Maybe it was this Debbie?

Pretty sure it was more like this

He said hot cousin Debbie. Not "little" cousin Debbie!


My favorite Christmas memory was my fifth, I think. My grandfather was still alive, and my mom and I lived with he and my grandmother. Christmas was always a huge deal in our family. My grandmother started baking before thanksgiving, and there was a mountain of presents under the tree for cousins, aunts, uncles - just everyone. Christmas Eve meant oyster stew and ham sandwiches at my aunt and uncle's house, with the whole family there, a fire in the fireplace and my girl cousins trying to kill each other. Great fun, if you were small enough to hide behind the Christmas tree and watch it all!
Then we all went to Christmas Eve service at the Methodist Church. I couldn't sleep that night for being so excited. I got up at some ungodly hour, and the house was dark, but I could see the cookies were eaten and the milk drank! Toys under the Christmas tree that I hadn't told anyone but Granddad I'd wanted! How did Santa find out? I thought it was purely magical.
Grandma had the whole family over to our house for Christmas Breakfast and present opening (if you've ever seen a pack of hyenas on a herd of wildebeests, you get the general idea!) The relatives left, we got 4 hours of sleep/playtime in, and then it was back to aunt & uncle's for Christmas Dinner. Turkey or Capon, or goose and capon, or capon and capon. And a river of cold duck. My cousins and I would spend the rest of the lazy afternoon playing.
To all of you, a magical Christmas. Be a kid again.

I think it was this Debbie

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Is that mistletoe around your navel?

I don't know what's more disturbing.....That photo or the fact you are staring at his navel.

It is hypnotic. You cannot look away.

Kind of like when a meteor is heading right at you...there's a disaster about to happen but you're frozen to the spot.

I try to avoid meteor showers, stalactites, Jerry Blackwell, jagged cliffs, any situation where objects large or small may fall on me for just that reason. Theoretically it sounds right, but I'll have to take your word for it.

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I think it was this Debbie

Heck yeah, I'd hit that.

Nice.

A Merry Christmas and a Safe and Happy Holiday to everyone.

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Heck yeah, I'd hit that.

I use..."yeah, I'd tap that"

Much more PC

My fondest memory is a tradition that lasted years in my family. When my brother and I stopped believing in Santa, my brother would sneak down and look at the presents after my parents put them out. Soooo, one year (I think I was 9 and my brother was 12) my dad leaned a bunch of pans against my brothers door. When he opened it, my dad came out and yelled Gotcha. Next year, I planned to try myself. When I opened the door, my dad had tied our two doors together with weak string and a bunch of bells. My dad comes running out and says Gotcha! The next year, we came up with ground rules. My brother and I had to sleep in the same room and Dad couldn't make it impossible to get out of the room. My brother and I waited until 1AM since we knew there was no way our parents could last that long. We opened his door and there were 4 refrigerator boxes in the hallway. We carefully and quietly cut a hole in the first one and realized that there were strings of Jingle Bells inside of each box. My brother and I spent 4 hours (fighting the whole time) getting past the boxes. We were exhausted and so sick of each other. All that was left was one more box. This one was smaller and luckily had nothing in it. We lifted it up and a motion sensored burglar alarm went off. I can still see my brother laying face down on the ground crying with frustration. My Dad came running out laughing so hard.

We did this up until my brother graduated from high school. It became known as traps. All of our friends wanted to spend the night at our house on Christmas Eve (obviously, Mom and Dad never allowed it). Other memorable trap moments. My dad would lock the door to his bedroom and rev up a chain saw or run power tools to make us nervous. This would happen in June! My brother and I ordered a rope ladder to climb out of our window (30 feet off the ground). Luckily, Mom found it and threatened to cancel traps if we ever tried another stunt like that. My dad ordered a $600 (in 1990?!?!) laser light alarm system. When mom got the credit card bill that one went back to the company. One year the whole hallway looked like a web with fishing line and random bells and other noise making objects. When we cut the first section, the entire web unraveled and 5 huge trash cans full of empty soda cans crashed down from our balcony. We did manage to get through on two occasions. We got a prize for winning. We were allowed to open 1 present that night. On average we would finish up traps at 3am, so basically, if we won, we were allowed to open 1 gift about 5 hours early. The things that kids will do for basically nothing is simply amazing.

My wife and I now have two girls. I have no idea whether or not girls would ever get into traps like my brother and I did. All I know is one of the basic requirements we had when house hunting is that it would make a good house for traps! I think we better wait a few more years before attempting it. It would probably scar a child for life if they thought Santa was setting booby traps in their house.

Dog....

You have the coolest Dad, ever!

That is so cool. It makes me feel 12 years old just reading it and remembering how caught up you could get in something so fun. I think that should be part of a new Christmas movie. I am trying to imagine (1) my dad running a chainsaw int he house and (2) the look on my mom's face if it happened.

Dog that was so cool. I could see you guys trying to get through the traps.

One year when my kids were teens I sent them on a scavenger hunt to find their big present. Each area they went to (different areas for the two of them) were clues as to where they would find the next clue. Several times, the clues would ask them if they figured out what their big present was (I got them their own phone lines), if they couldn't figure it out, they had to go to the next clue.

When they finally found their new phones and saw the phone jacks in their rooms, my son turns to his sister and said "You know, I was with mom when she bought these phones, and she told me they were for a friend of hers" lol

I miss those days when the kids believed in the magic of Christmas.

Outstanding read D-Dog. Made me laugh out loud.

Well done.

My mentally handicapped daughter is 33 yrs old and will always believe in Santa Claus so she makes it fun every year.

D-Dog what wonderful memories your family will always have. To me what makes them so wonderful is that you guys continued to do this until your were actually young men.

I also have this picture of your dad having one tough face he showed the public but with his sons he was nothing more than and over grown kid at heart who still had a kid's joy of Christmas. That also would probably make your mom some kind of saint.

Really, thank you so much for sharing that with us here.

I am glad you enjoyed the story. I should add, he is actually my step-dad, though I have never felt like a step-anything to him. I cannot imagine what my life would have been without him (and Mom). I only hope I end up being half the father he was. If I am, I can honestly say my life will have been a success.

If I get a chance, I will tell you a couple of other dad stories that people enjoy, but now, I need to go put my daughter to bed. Merry Christmas everyone.

Cannot wait to hear them. Merry Christmas to you and everyone else as well.