Imagine team members share their favorite holiday memories and traditions. Enjoy this stroll down memory lane!
Growing up my Dad would always stuff our stockings with practical joke gifts like hot dogs and fake dog poop. You never knew what you were going to get!
A few years ago, Marek (my then boyfriend, now husband) got a number of my friends, family members and other people special to me to write me a letter. He then scanned in all the letters and had them made into a book, which he gave me for Christmas. To this day, it is one of my most prized possessions.
When we first moved back to the States, my parents, aunts and uncles all went out to celebrate New Year’s Eve, leaving all the cousins together at our house. I thought it was so cool, having our own party and staying up late. It still is one of my favorite New Year’s celebrations.
My sister and I used to go to my grandparents’ house five blocks away on Christmas Eve, eat pizza, play with her really cool decorations and visit relatives. Parents never came along … hmmm ….
My favorite holiday memory is waking up at my grandma’s house the day after Thanksgiving to the smell of coffee and our secret tradition of eating leftover pumpkin pie for breakfast before anyone else got up.
As a child, after sleeping (hardly) for a short while, I would wake up bright and early and sort all the presents under the tree. I would place all the gifts in designated piles beside where I would choose for each family member to be seated.
Also, can’t forget mom’s traditional bread/cheese morning breakfast dish. Not the healthiest, but always comforting to wake up to. YUM!
My favorite holiday memory is building snowmen. Growing up in Utah, where it actually snows, we would get all bundled up – two pairs of pants, two or three pairs of socks, snow boots, sweater and coat, scarves, earmuffs, mittens, and hats. My fingers, toes and nose would be numb when we eventually came back inside, but even numb toes were no match for the fun of playing in the snow!
My favorite holiday memory this Christmas, and for all my Christmases to follow, is from last year, Dec. 24, 2011 at 8 p.m., when Eric proposed.
My favorite holiday memory is from my childhood. We had a park in my hometown of Kalamazoo, Michigan called Bronson Park. Every year it was decorated in fine fashion for Christmas. There were lights on all the trees, Santa on his sled with his reindeer were “flying” across the fountain. There was a giant snowman at the entrance. But my FAVORITE thing, the thing that I looked forward to every year, was candy cane lane. Looking back on it, it wasn’t that big of a deal – just a walkway lined by giant candy canes. But to my childhood self, if felt so magical to walk down that candy cane-lined path; I pretended they were real and that I could lean over and take a taste. To me, that candy cane lane signaled the arrival of the holiday.