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Which reminded me of the wonder and meaning of the gift. You can buy 100 presents but giving with the heart and knowing that person. You give love and the item is no longer important. I was living at my Moms during Christmas. Found a Job (high unemployed rate at the time.) I interviewed to work at Toys R Us.

They brought me in as a Jeffreys Helper.
I had the best time and with excitement sold the customers the best items in the store. The store had the product but I sold the magic of each item with excitement. Perhaps we should sell our business with the excitement more as a Jefferies Helper.

Part Deux: while having a minimal number of shifts at Toys R Us my christmas check yielded very minimal funds to shop for my very large family. So I made loaves of cranberry bread ( in decorative mini loaves) I bought my nieces and nephews 99 cent watches which worked.

My brothers and sisters were shocked to see the pile of 100 dollar gifts they and the rest had given their children get pushed aside and the over the top excitement of a child who found their favorite gift. Those children are all grown now and when I talk to any of them they remember me as the Uncle who gave them "THE GIFT".

I got one, it's kind of a funny story but still always makes me smile. Back when I was 5-6 years old, CD Players were still quite expensive and just really coming in to mainstream use I really wanted a CD player that Christmas. It was the year that my mom and dad got back together after being separated for a few months. Long story short I got a CD boombox that Christmas and two CDs. One MC Hammer and one James Brown. At the time, I didn't even know who James Brown was. Guess where I found my boombox the day after Christmas? On the kitchen table with my dad listening to James Brown. To this day when ever I hear James Brown, I always think of my father. I still have both of those CDs by the way.

I have so many memories flooding through my heart right now with this being the first Christmas with my Father no with us. Its bitter sweet trying to get Christmas Cheer. Thankful for my ODJT family.

Thanks, Don.

Christmas was always a fun time when we were little. It's really a time for children, after all. Our grandparents, Daddy's parents lived in Norfolk and they'd set up an artificial tree with some presents for us at their house. But we never traveled on Christmas Day. It was always at our house. Granny and G-Daddy would stop by for dinner most years.

Usually, Mom's Mom, Granny Wright would fly in from Texas and stay with us for a few days. Granny Wright always got us kids toys or things we wanted. True to his comedic nature, our father would make a crack about getting Granny Wright a new vacuum cleaner for Christmas so she wouln't have to ride that old broom all the way from Texas. He was something else. Always with the wisecracks.

Mom didn't allow no liquor in the house so Daddy and G-Daddy had to slip out to his car where he kept a bottle, for a nip. Mom didn't go for that but she tolerated it for the sake of the season.

I recall the Christmas when I got a 10-speed bike. It had been snowy and icy and was so bad out that I couldn't ride it, lol. My sisters got roller skates and they couldn't use those either.

It was a traditional Christmas. We'd have to be to bed before too late or Santy wouldn't come. The only gifts under the tree on Christmas Eve were ones that had been shipped from relations living afar. When we got up on Christmas morning, there was a huge pile of presents under the tree.

It was a real tree, too. Darn cats used to climb up in it and knock the balls on the floor. Tinsel was all over the place. The sisters made popcorn strings to put on the tree. With our father all the time getting into the popcorn, they had to make more just to get the strings done. Weren't no microwaves then... popcorn was made in a skillet on the stove.

Come Christmas morning we weren't allowed to open any presents 'til Granny Wright got up... and that could be as late as 1:00 PM 'cause they'd all stayed up late the night before, smoking, drinking, chatting and playing cards or watching the television. So my brother and I would watch cartoons on TV and wait.

I couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve, of course. I had my own bedroom upstairs by then and laid awake in my bed, listening to the radio down low. The local Country station on FM played all Christmas music (yeah they had FM when I was little, lol). Dozing in and out I remember hearing someone yelling at Alvin about a Hula Hoop. I got up to go pee in the wee hours and saw a pile of gifts under the tree. Then I really couldn't sleep, lol.

I had a Gold Stingray for Christmas when I was 13 i had the tall thingie with the head rest (what in heck did we call it??) and it had a front brake. It was the baddest on the block. I remember my jaw aching from the huge grin I wore for some time into the next few weeks.

oh yeah Rollbar gee. Brian on your bike you wouldnt need one since you would need to sit so low to the ground.