It’s really hard to do while being quiet!” One year I got an easel and it was already set up and ready for me to start drawing! My last few years at home, my parents had me help with this task. When we came down Christmas morning and saw it all, we were so excited. “Every Christmas Eve after we were asleep our parents would take all our toys out of the boxes and assemble them. Today, we still talk about that bright light. He had one of those old Super 8 cameras with a really bright light. My dad made us go one at a time down the stairs to see what was under the tree.
There was a doorway leading down from the stairs to the tree. “When we were kids, all of us had our bedrooms upstairs. Ronny Jo Hennis, Client & Communication Specialist Then when it was time, we would all head over for our Christmas Eve service at church.” After the meal was done and things were cleaned up, my uncle would get his guitar out and we would sit around and sing Christmas songs. “We had huge family get togethers at my parents house with my dad’s side of the family on Christmas Eve every year. Maybe I did, I’m still not sure.”ĭylan Cutitta, Client Project Coordinator Once, I actually thought I heard Santa on Christmas Eve night. We would go to my aunt’s house to open gifts with my cousins on Christmas Eve with my dad’s side of the family, and on Christmas day we would have my mom’s side of the family over and I would get to hang out with my cousins I didn’t get to see that often. Christmas Eve and Christmas day were always a big deal to me as a kid. “We would always put up the tree the weekend after Thanksgiving and drink milk nog. Trudging through the snow with the stars twinkling, while seeing the lights of my grandma’s kitchen glowing up the hill, was one of my favorite Christmas memories.” (Yes, we walked uphill in the snow both ways, kids, and we liked it.) “We shared a farm with my grandparents, and many times had to walk through deep snow in the fields to get to their house on Christmas Eve for our family dinner. I’m thinking we will use the same tiny one we used last year and have a simple tree.” Now my wife and I have an apartment and there’s not a ton of extra space. “One year my dad decided to stop putting up a large Christmas tree because it took too much effort. We always went to both sides of my family in Nebraska and had chili and oyster soup.” (If that doesn’t say she’s a Nebraska girl, then we don’t know what does.) Whoever the quarterback was would call the song and then we would stand and start singing it.
When we were young, we would call out the songs as football plays. “My cousins and I would always perform all of our Christmas songs for Christmas Eve.
The things were so random, but we really came to look forward to it.” My grandma loved to garage sale, and she would pack a big box of all the things she found throughout her garage sales with silly gifts for all the kids. We didn’t see them very often so it was a tradition that we had a cousin sleepover over Christmas. “We would go to my grandparents’ house and all my cousins were there. Tamales take a lot of time to do them right, so they were (and still are) a special treat.”
#MEXICAN CHILDHOOD NOSTALGIA FULL#
It’s the full spread … Enchiladas, tamales, pork chili, rice, beans, fideo, tostadas and tortillas warmed on the stove. “My family is Mexican, and every year we have Mexican food on Christmas Day. Here are some nostalgic memories from some of our SJC Marketing team from their childhood: (Especially in a collectors’ 1970s Santa head ceramic mug). This week at SJC Marketing, we tip our Monday mugs to sharing childhood memories that make us feel as warm and fuzzy as all that egg nog. Even as we usher in some new and trendy decorations, or maybe a few interesting menu changes, many of us have nostalgic memories that make the holidays feel like the holidays. But there’s nothing quite like Christmas nostalgia.
Throwback and retro styles are back with a flair across movies, fashion and food and as marketers, we’re enjoying this trend across the brands we work with, too.
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