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My Favorite Christmas Blog | My Favorite Christmas Blog

rosy-cole's picture
Dec.24.2009
Britain has fallen strangely silent.   Much of Europe, too. Travellers are stranded in alien places. We are bidden to abandon our festive journeys. The weather no longer conforms to expectation and our currency is well-diminished. Battered first by gale and flood, then paralysed in the grip of...
david-moolten's picture
Dec.24.2009
       My favorite Christmas was the year my father returned.   We sat where we always sat in the living room, leaning from our chairs, poised to start tearing at the flimsy paper, my sisters smiling and pointing at the orange seat covers on the furniture our mother still protected for...
virginia-moffatt's picture
Dec.24.2009
Midwinter. Snow falling, snow on snow - almost forty years ago. On a warm winter night, at a blanketed bus-stop, four year old hands clutch a calendar of lions - a prize for attending mother’s Old Girls. A glimpse into the impossibility of life before us, a chorus of “aahs” and “how sweet”, and...
renee-mallette-cota's picture
Dec.24.2009
I left my first husband shortly after losing my mother to breast cancer and I was young. I was only twenty-two years old with no job skills and not a clue as to how I was going to support myself and my four year old son when I left. I had gone back to school and taken a job as a waitress seven days...
s-j-bradley's picture
Dec.24.2009
It had all the ingredients for the worst Christmas ever. Sudden heartbreak, a mystery inflammatory pain that rendered me incapacitated, an enforced house-move, and being poor on the scale of Mr. Micawber. Around Christmas 2002, my then-boyfriend had suddenly and mysteriously ditched me [for another...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Dec.24.2009
It all started with a cat. The cat set the scene. The memory starts with me on my way home from work wondering what to get hubby for Christmas. We were living in Kensington then, close to Berkeley and barely managed to pay the rent on a very expensive apartment. Still, we were so happy with so...
eric-p-nichols's picture
Dec.23.2009
My childhood was pretty much a Leave it to Beaver sort of existence.  We grew up in an upper middle class neighborhood in what is now Silicon Valley.  We were deprived of nothing except SNOW for Christmas!   Our parents were fairly old-school Christmas freaks.   Dad had nine foot wall of classical...
nathan-carriker's picture
Dec.23.2009
They call it Kydex.  To me, it was just hard, tan plastic, but it must have some unique qualities to warrant having its own trademarked name like that.  Anyway, the two-piece clamshell jacket was the only thing holding my back together for the next few weeks until the bone grafts set, and I had to...
carolyn-knoll's picture
Dec.23.2009
The temperature was below freezing but there I stood at 3:30a.m, on December 13th, in front of the movie theatre in city center, Poltava, Ukraine, waiting patiently for the marshrutka (a small van) that would take me to the airport in Kyiv for my trip home for Christmas.  I had been living and...
mehnaz-turner's picture
Dec.23.2009
My family's originally from Pakistan, but I grew up in Los Angeles not celebrating Christmas.  When I was in middle school, high school, and college, we never had a tree in our house.  It would be a visible mark of assimilation.  Some might even have viewed it as a betrayal of our Muslim roots.  So...