Payne Christmas

I didn’t celebrate Christmas for many years, after I left my parent’s home, until I moved in with Brian, my husband. We never bought a big tree, like his family, but we had fun finding perfect little gifts to pile under our small tree. The tiny wooden carving of an African dancer he gave me that first Christmas still dances in front of the window in my room.

This time I’d like to hear from you. Please share your favorite Christmas memories.

Denver Christmas


  1. That would have to be the year my sisters and I made felt ornaments for our tree. Then every year we’d pull them out amid lots of exclamations of… I made this one!!! We each still have a few of our favorites. 😀

  2. When I was about 4, my older siblings reaching out a window on the opposite side of the house, shaking a handful of bells (not that I saw them doing it, of course), and then shouting into my room that I’d better hurry up and go to sleep because Rudolph was coming. Needless to say, this had the opposite effect! That’s one of my earliest memories, period.

  3. Here it’s all about traveling to my hometown with my parents and siblings back then. We would all look forward to the evening of Christmas day when masquerades would entertain the villagers.

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