Growing up, we always spent Christmas with my grandparents. It was tiny little house in Tulsa, that we would pack over 40 people in for the day – sometimes four generations. We would open presents and eat
and just have the best time as a family.
– Tom Williams

When Jerry had just come back from Vietnam, we were stationed in Ft. Lee, VA. It was Christmas and his parents came to visit so we took them to Colonial Williamsburg – and it was so romantic and warm. It
was like we stepped back in time. It was such a nice way to spend the holiday with him, our kids and his parents.
– Julie Gustafson

Christmas dinner was always a formal affair for my family. It was a double celebration because my father’s birthday was on Christmas Eve. Mother always made a special ice box cake for his birthday and
Asparagus Casserole, which now has become a must-have for our family at Christmas and Easter. I learned to make it from her; I taught Irene (who is named after my mother) to make it, and this year my
granddaughter and namesake is coming over to make it with me.
– Marjorie Monnet

“When I was about 4 or 5 years old I remember questioning whether Santa was real or not. We lived on a farm in a small house. When Christmas morning came, and I saw all the presents I was convinced
Santa was real. To me there was no room in our house to hide that many presents.”
– Dale Carson

I remember I was 6-8 years old, it was Christmas Day, and my dad took me rabbit hunting. He had to get me out of the house so “Santa” could come. When we got home I found the doll I wanted from Santa sitting on the divan.
– Lucy Annett