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HOLIDAY Grab Bag Giveaway

By Jackie Burrell
Monday, December 8th, 2008 at 12:38 pm in Contest.

"When Santa Lost His Ho! Ho! Ho!"It’s official. The holiday season has swung into high gear and we’re starting to panic a little. So much to do! So little time! But here’s a little help for you guys – we’re giving away a holiday grab bag this week that includes Laura Rader’s adorable “When Santa Lost His Ho! Ho! Ho!” plus two different takes on Santa lore – a “Hawaiian Night Before Christmas” and an “Alaskan Night Before Christmas.” Yup, a triple load of ho-ho-hos. And all you have to do to win is click “comments” and share your favorite childhood holiday memory. (Congrats, by the way, to Mark Flanagan, who won last week’s Fraggle DVD giveaway!)

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  1. Deanna H Says:

    I only have one sibling, my sister who is two years younger than me. Every Christmas Eve we would sleep in the same bed and stay up chatting about what the morning might bring. We did this until we couldn’t fit in the bed together anymore. We’d have on our new Christmas Eve p.j.’s and I can still remember that feeling of how exciting Christmas Eve was and has always been for me. I think it’s more exciting than Christmas Day itself.

  2. Cindi Says:

    When I was around 7 years old, all I wanted for Christmas was a “Chatty Cathy” Doll. My dad was working 2-3 jobs to support our family. I knew my listening to my much older brother and sister not to expect too much that Christmas!
    I got up very early on Christmas morning and ran to check my gifts. There was “Chatty Cathy” in her blue dress standing right under the Christmas Tree. Thanks, Cindi

  3. Sharla Says:

    I remember one Christmas eve sleeping at my Grandparents house in Utah , with all of us kids jammed into one little room. We stayed up as late as we could trying to hear the reindeer as they landed on the roof. The excitement and energy in our little bodies kept us up quite late I think, but the anticipation and fun was totally worth it.

  4. Marci Says:

    When I was 6 I wanted a Chrissy doll. I knew my chances of getting it were slim as my parents had just been divorced and money was tight. After all our gifts were opened and I realized I didn’t get a Chrissy doll, I was sad but ok. Then there was a knock on the door and Lo and Behold Santa was standing there and you guessed it he had my Chrissy doll. I will never forget that day or the thoughtfulness of my Mom working with my Dad so that he could be my special Santa.

  5. IsDihara Says:

    The Christmas Eve when my twin sister and I were six years old, we were too excited to sleep. There was a knock on the front door and our mother went to answer it. To our surprise, she called us down from our “hiding spot” at the top of the stairs. It was Santa! Being a skeptic, even at such a tender age, I pulled his beard while sitting on his lap. It was real! (My mother tells of the deep and audible intake of breath from both twins once we realized the beard wasn’t a fake.) After telling Santa our secret desires, my sister and I promised to go straight to bed and do our best to “go to sleep without a peep.” And up the stairs we raced.

    I don’t remember what toys we wanted or even if we got what we asked for. But to this day, my mother insists she had no idea who that man was. She swears it was a complete surprise to see him at the door. And she says she thinks it could have been the real Santa.

    Now that I’m grown with a child of my own, I would expect that she would finally tell me the truth about the man in the Santa suit. But she adamantly maintains no knowledge of his identity. She says that she asked all the neighbors and no one else had a visit from Santa that year. No one else saw anyone coming or going from our house. She says it wasn’t our dad (but we knew that from the beard test) or any of our relatives. So for all intent and purposes, it WAS the real Santa. I will always remember that magical night.

  6. Terry Fischer Says:

    This has become a favorite family holiday story. Way back in the 1950’s, every Christmas Eve we would go to our aunt’s house to wait until Santa arrived. When I was just barely talking, there was a knock on the door…I was asked if I wanted to answer and let Santa in. I jumped up on the sofa, and started screaming, Not me, me chicken, me chicken.

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