tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post1438279368680687270..comments2024-03-17T02:15:17.494-07:00Comments on BlueMoon Scrapbooking: BlueMoon Newsletter and GIVEAWAYBlue Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18201230969844628258noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-49855290925461239802010-12-14T07:39:21.374-07:002010-12-14T07:39:21.374-07:00i remember one year when i was 11, going to radio ...i remember one year when i was 11, going to radio city music hall with my mom and sister. we saw the rockettes and walter matthau in a show. new york at christmas time is magical!!aurorafedorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-85388336573061359892010-12-10T20:56:22.302-07:002010-12-10T20:56:22.302-07:00i must have been about 6 years old and i got a qui...i must have been about 6 years old and i got a quilted robe and matching quilted slippers in blue. my sister's robe and slippers were pink. i remember thinking they were the most beautiful pieces of clothing i'd ever seen. we both slept in robe and slippers that night!pickles99https://www.blogger.com/profile/01119662111658729918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-37857647337751373702010-12-09T07:18:20.731-07:002010-12-09T07:18:20.731-07:00When I was younger my parents would take me to see...When I was younger my parents would take me to see the Nutcracker ballet. I loved it! For the years we did not go to see it, on Christmas Eve we would watch the movie "The Nutcracker" and then we would have cheese and crackers, egg nog and hot chocolate. I would float around on my toes pretending I was Clara and then in the morning I would wake up to a tree full of presents. Thanks for the chance to win! Your tray is gorgeous!!!Kate Yetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12753398916038349242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-18826660612415184762010-12-07T21:11:47.208-07:002010-12-07T21:11:47.208-07:00My favorite memory when I was a kid was making coo...My favorite memory when I was a kid was making cookies and Carmel with my Mom. The others would help, but only mom and I stayed up waaaaay late wrapping the Carmels. <br /><br />Now, I go to my mom's with my girl's and we stay the night and bake until our heart is content. We still make Carmels too. <br /><br />Beautiful receipt holder of for counting down to Christmas.~Tonyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00355887095326169962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-46892604249410767252010-12-07T21:03:03.395-07:002010-12-07T21:03:03.395-07:00There was one Christmas that stood out for me. as ...There was one Christmas that stood out for me. as a child.<br /> It seemed like everything i had ever wanted, santa delivered!<br />my sister and i were told to bathe early being Christmas eve and all. We would need our rest for gifts in the morning.<br />and to our delight, our parents announced HoHO had come by while we were getting cleaned up. Imagine that!!<br />Everywhere i looked another toy gleamed up at me, the red scooter, (the manuel kind), a metal dollhouse with the retro bakelite furniture, etc. Most of the gifts weren't wrapped but did wear a big red bow. Back then it seemed like oodles of stuff, but in reality i probably only got those 2 gifts and that was more than enough! Hours just setting "up house" and riding that scooter as soon as the sun rose the next day. I think the surprise of santa making an early visit, the tree lights all glowing and sparkly and us in our matching nightgowns and robes was magical.<br />Those are the types of Christmases i hope i have passed down to all of my little ones over the years.<br />i am so grateful to have been brought up with amazing parents, and loving siblings. That is the best Christmas every year.marilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01917322930021181043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-84407682126073163932010-12-07T04:56:28.495-07:002010-12-07T04:56:28.495-07:00When my girls were small, we stepped in some talc ...When my girls were small, we stepped in some talc powder and stamped the boot in front of the fireplace and they were so excited to think it was Santa's footprint.....what fun that was--now they are 18 and 20..miss the days of wonder....kshKristy Hansenwihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04622407716054006810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-63615706139457935482010-12-07T02:44:23.607-07:002010-12-07T02:44:23.607-07:00So manny memmories....but i love that when we live...So manny memmories....but i love that when we lived abroud we always went back home for christmass every year, sometimes it took us more then 30 hours driving because of the bad weather. But i loved the face of my grandmother when we arrived, she always had some hot coffee and pastry waiting for us. She died a couple of years ago and i still mis her every day, christmass is just not the same without her.Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18231330184206474191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-46944024759477131002010-12-06T17:25:11.608-07:002010-12-06T17:25:11.608-07:00One Christmas morning, I discovered Santa's fo...One Christmas morning, I discovered Santa's footprints in the fireplace ash. At last, I finally had proof! The following Easter I circled the house looking for bunny tracks in the morning dew. Ha!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06950138521448432321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-21179647013647401462010-12-06T14:27:29.442-07:002010-12-06T14:27:29.442-07:00My most favourite holiday memory is when my grandp...My most favourite holiday memory is when my grandparents used to put up the most fabulous Christmas display in their yard. My grandpa made the whole display. He had Santa in his sleigh, angels, a nativity scene. It was just stunning.Scrapamumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02829153346570190197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-88661368106501176682010-12-06T12:58:05.484-07:002010-12-06T12:58:05.484-07:00One of my best holiday memories is standing at the...One of my best holiday memories is standing at the stove & making fudge with my mom.Tonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17445379800895713746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-42433038687645755042010-12-06T11:04:32.537-07:002010-12-06T11:04:32.537-07:00So many memories of wonderful moments. When we li...So many memories of wonderful moments. When we lived in Iceland the Air Force would continue to give us updates on Santa's whereabouts as he was nearing closer to Iceland. The kids would stay glued to the radio as long as they could.*Suzy*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06024180615826749136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-49028932394868154692010-12-06T07:40:54.630-07:002010-12-06T07:40:54.630-07:00I remember the most wonderful handmade countdown a...I remember the most wonderful handmade countdown advent board Mom would make with paper swing out doors that hid candy for my sister and I each day. That was my FAVORITE memory ever on Christmas!!Lexen Heckhttp://www.scrapdillyishious.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-55082323147159462062010-12-06T07:33:35.277-07:002010-12-06T07:33:35.277-07:00One of my favorite memories was the year SANTA wok...One of my favorite memories was the year SANTA woke me, my brother and sister up to open our gifts!{VICKI}https://www.blogger.com/profile/18015356672309129474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-37249806487817185252010-12-06T06:34:13.733-07:002010-12-06T06:34:13.733-07:00WOW, beautiful! I so want to try one of these! My ...WOW, beautiful! I so want to try one of these! My favorite childhood memory is... when we would wake up super early in the morning to open gifts there were always ash boot prints from the fireplace to the tree! It was always so exciting! Thank you for the opportunity! ReganReganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06060669792577571404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-21192500849133034672010-12-06T06:22:29.984-07:002010-12-06T06:22:29.984-07:00Ohh I love this receipt holder!! I would love a ...Ohh I love this receipt holder!! I would love a chance to win it :) We always got to open one gift on christmas eve. It was always pajamas. I now do this with my kids.Ashly Margritzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02467011509636606092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-77771278518558260592010-12-06T05:52:22.395-07:002010-12-06T05:52:22.395-07:00My favorite memory is being woke up at 5am by my d...My favorite memory is being woke up at 5am by my daughters who already had my coffee brewing. They learned to make coffee early since it was the only condition that allowed them to wake me before light!Pat aka Scrap Wizardnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-55839885699498987602010-12-06T04:31:39.615-07:002010-12-06T04:31:39.615-07:00I remember just before Christmas when my son was n...I remember just before Christmas when my son was not quite 2 years old. He wanted to play with some balloons Santa had given out at daycare. He would play with a balloon until it popped. Then he would cry a minute, ask for another balloon and play some more. Each time the balloon would last a little longer. He did this through 5 balloons. I was amazed that the balloon popping did not seem to really bother him. He was just mad he had popped it. That Christmas my brother gave him a jack-in-the-box. We all figured it would have the same effect on him. Well, it did not work out. He hated the thing. He would play it up till the last minute before it popped out, but not any farther. He would run out of the room if someone else finished playing the tune and made jack pop out. He would tell you no, don't play it any farther. Jack had to be inside the box at all times. We tried everything including laughing and acting like it was funny when jack popped out. Nothing worked. For some reason he did not like jack. We finally removed jack and his spring and made it a box that played music. Then he loved it. You never know what a child’s reaction is going to be.C. Sage Deerbornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16688701858947486244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-82837053783901892852010-12-05T23:24:08.099-07:002010-12-05T23:24:08.099-07:00Your receipt holder is beautiful! I would love to ...Your receipt holder is beautiful! I would love to make one. :)<br />My fave holiday memory is my oldest son's 1st Christmas. He was born Dec. 15th & I'll always remember sitting next to the tree with him in his little Santa suit thinking that he was the best gift I could ever ask for.Kristi B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06829394085632238254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-6819114446945857182010-12-05T23:12:50.313-07:002010-12-05T23:12:50.313-07:00love the details on the recipt holder, so many ide...love the details on the recipt holder, so many ideas you can use. it would be wonderful to use as a memory piece... my favorite memories are when i would host christmas eve with my whole family and we would all gather in the living room after dinner.. the tree lit, christmas music on.. and all the little ones excited about opening presents.. sadly this is the first year without my mom.. so it will be bittersweet.. so as i said.. a memory christmas piece would be perfect for all those neat little nooks.. :)<br />thanks for your wonderful shop.. it sure is an enabler .. lol <br />big big hugs<br />lynnlynnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-28639113024275947812010-12-05T23:01:33.570-07:002010-12-05T23:01:33.570-07:00We always have crackers at Christmas Eve Dinner. W...We always have crackers at Christmas Eve Dinner. We pop them, everyone puts on the silly hats and reads out thier jokes and riddles. It always gets us all laughing helplessly. Of course, the champagne helps...Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15741333801125106627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-47254806832370437722010-12-05T21:24:56.933-07:002010-12-05T21:24:56.933-07:00Awesome giveaway!... Every year I host a cookie ex...Awesome giveaway!... Every year I host a cookie exchange with my girlfriends. It is always fun to do the baking, and then get some time to catch up during the busy holiday season.Laurel DeVineyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10177384631786029488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-33467980722523078002010-12-05T20:47:40.481-07:002010-12-05T20:47:40.481-07:00My grandma would always make her livingroom into a...My grandma would always make her livingroom into a secret Christmas room. The livingroom had a door and it would be locked for we could not peak in. We had to wait until after Christmas dinner and all the dishes and kitchen were clean before we were allowed to go in the secret room. Wow, when Grandma opened the door, our eyes would be opened big because of the beautiful tree, decorations, presents and yummy candy bowls full of candy. I wish I could go back to those wonderful times.brenlubranthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00807918722529649433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-56546370885237004512010-12-05T20:03:40.535-07:002010-12-05T20:03:40.535-07:00Love this project! I remember getting a used bike...Love this project! I remember getting a used bike to share with my brother when I was about 8. We were so happy to have it we didn't really care that we had to share.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13873750258136583138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-1148730178443089032010-12-05T20:03:01.688-07:002010-12-05T20:03:01.688-07:00One of my fondest memories, was waking up Christma...One of my fondest memories, was waking up Christmas morning, and running to our stockings that were hung on the mantel. Santa always had some fresh fruit in them for us.................and the orange..........always had a hidden surprise.............a whole quarter!!!! Oh we felt so rich!Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07015962104237791396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571109149086462173.post-57011759045613910592010-12-05T19:56:42.799-07:002010-12-05T19:56:42.799-07:00I remember when we were little we would leave milk...I remember when we were little we would leave milk & cookies for santa & carrots for the reindeer. We would go to bed early so santa would come. I'd try to stay awake as long as possible straining my ears for the sound of santa's arrival. The year I thought I heard his ho ho ho I nearly fainted! I closed my eyes so he wouldn't see me peeking but not to worry, I fell fast asleep!Ninihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05854105097938014334noreply@blogger.com