World Citizen Wednesdays #7: Holiday Memories
Each week we pose a question to members of the fabulous Multicultural Kid Blogs group and share their answers here.
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This week we ask them to:
Share a favorite holiday memory from your childhood.
Tallulah of Bilingual Babes: Favourite holiday memory from childhood is swimming in the river in Spain with my family.
Amy of Delightful Children’s Books and International Book Giving Day: I spent Christmases with my grandparents who lived on a beautiful, spring-fed river in Florida. My best Christmas memories are of exploring the springs by canoe with my brother. We were generally not permitted to canoe over the springs and stick our feet in the springs, but on Christmas Day the springs were deserted and we could explore to our hearts’ content.
Becky of Kid World Citizen: On Christmas Eve, we have a tradition of eating a whole array of what we called “goodies” as little kids. It was basically finger foods/appetizers/tapas, that we were allowed to eat in the family room in front of the TV (this NEVER was normally allowed:). We would all watch either White Christmas, Miracle on 34th Street, or It’s a Wonderful Life. Brings back fond memories!
Jennifer of The Good Long Road: It was our first Christmas in the new town we had moved to over the summer, and I desperately wanted a scooter. (I was 10). I did indeed receive a scooter from Santa, but I had the chickenpox so I was unable to go outside and ride it. So, of course, I rode it around the house and ended up breaking some of the new Christmas dishes my mom had bought. That Christmas always sticks with me!
Jody of Mud Hut Mama: Christmas Eve has always been a special night for my family. When I was little my Dad and his friend bought a Santa suit and the friend came to see us just before bed, then my Dad went to see his kids. I fully believed it was the real Santa and I still remember how special I felt that he came to say good night to me before flying around the world to deliver toys. We also always ate a German meal of sauerbraten and red cabbage and we played a gift passing game while my father read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas – whenever he read ‘and’ you passed your gift to the right and whenever he read ‘the’ you passed your gift to the left. At the end of the story you kept the gift in front of you. When we are in the States for Christmas we still do all of these same things and, when there are kids who believe, Santa still visits just before bed on Christmas Eve.
Thanks to all the bloggers who shared their answers here! We will continue to share answers to this question next week. You can also read answers to earlier questions in our previous installments of World Citizen Wednesday, including tips for keeping holidays stress-free!
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