Christmas Present

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My brother got me a case of Polish 7.62x54mm rounds for my mosin nagant and my mom got me new hiking boots. My old pair disappeared between my honeymoon and moving into my new house once on active duty.

Who else got some cool gifts that they want to brag about :santam16:???
My present was posted in my local newspaper.

You asked for the "cool" gifts we received. My coolest gift was posted in my local newspaper just a few days ago. (It was my personal Letter to the Editor).

I posted this in another forum thread, but here go's:...........(don't get too upset MODS)


I am now 61 years old and I still have fond vignettes running through my head of Christmas Past.

Us kids getting mom and dad up at O-Dark thirty (4:30 in the morning) to open up our family presents and mom and dad loading the back of the car with the items that were going to the Christmas party at Grandmas. Pushing and shoving - mom, dad and seven kids piling into the cramped car and heading off to Grandma's place with mom driving and dad snoozing (a trip of approximately 40 minutes).

Arriving at Grandma's we would find Grandma sitting on her little stool in front of the kitchen sink peeling potatoes for the Xmas meal with the smell of pumpkin pies making your mouth water to the point that you just had to go outside to escape the hunger pains. Grandpa would be sitting in his chair and be enjoying one of his daily ration of fine cigars with the light scent of the cigar smoke intermingling with all of the smells wafting out of the kitchen.

The turkey was so crisp and golden brown with the juices glistening where they'd escaped through the cracks in the skin you just knew it was moist as could be and was going to be absolutely delicious. Presents piled around grandma's tree in stacks by family groupings that you just knew were going to set all the little ones to twittering. The presents would be opened around 11 or 12 o'clock by everyone so that the debris could be cleaned up prior to the Christmas meal.

The punch bowl was sitting on the kitchen table all day and the various aunts, uncles, cousins, moms, dads, brothers and sisters would dip their cups to full and then proceed to empty them in little sips only to start the cycle all over again (until one of the uncles decided that the punch needed something just a little stronger than ginger ale).

Then all of the moms and dads would put a stop to the young ones partaking of the punch and would break out the sodas (it never failed - every year the same thing happened - it became the standing joke. How long before Uncle *** spiked the punch).

All of these things were taking place in the early part of the day at my grandmothers home. The various families began arriving at about 8 or 9 o'clock in the morning bringing their "swap" Christmas presents (limit $5.00) along with whatever they were contributing to the Christmas meal.

By 1 o'clock or so, everyone was ready to sit down to the Christmas repast. SOOOOO - down to the basement where plywood trestle tables were heavy laden with so much food that the tables were "really" groaning (not kidding).

By the time that everyone had filled their stomachs to the "belt loosening" stage it was time for the guys to retire to the "TV" room for the "big" bowl game and the women would clean up the Christmas mess and do the dishes (wiping and putting them away) and then retire back down to the basement where they talked about everything under the sun.

This was the holiday time where they managed to catch up on all of latest gossip about what had taken place during the last year. Along about 6 or 7 o'clock at night, paper plates and plastic silver ware was broken out and the evening "snack/meal" would be eaten.

Once that was done, the women would begin splitting up the food that was left into family group packages and the various families would begin heading out the door on their way home.

Mom, dad and the rest of us kids were usually one of the last of the families to leave.

I know that people sometimes look back at life's memories through rose colored glasses and I "may" be looking through a very lightly tinted set my self, but these memories are as alive for me today as they were over 50+ years ago.

May the memories of your Christmas's be as clear and as enjoyable as mine.

- - Merry Christmas - Happy New Year - Happy Hanukkah - -

This was one of the nicest and coolest gifts a person could ask for. Memories in print are there for posterity and for someone to think they were worty of print is an honor.
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A full Casino Style Texas Hold'em set. It even came in an awesome tin box. It's heaps cool, my bro and sis love it, apart from the fact that I beat them everytime.

Can't beat my dad though.
two years ago, my dad was deployed overseas, so the rest of us flew cross-country to spend christmas with extended family. we hadn't seen our dad in several months, and he wasnt expected to get leave for another two.

however, we got to the airport, got our luggage and started heading to the car with my aunt and grandmother, when all of a sudden my dad walks around the corner. im not kidding you, we all stopped, stared, had a split-second thought that we were hallucinating, and then, of course, started crying (like us girls do).

the whole family knew he was there, but only after giving my grandmother quite the shock when he showed up at her doorstep at 11pm a few days before without warning. no one knew he was coming back at all, but he popped up, went to all the family parties, and no one said a word to us. of course, seeing him explained why everyone in the family was particularly excited about us coming up this year.
When I was asked what I wanted by the Boss, I told Her "a little peace and quiet" but I got the Richard Holmes "the D-DAY Experience" book. I don't know if anyone is familiar with it but it is a picture/story of each Beach and each day of the landing. To keep you interested, a large amount of reproduced documents such as Officer field notes, soldier's diaries, pilot logs, Ships logs, scribbled maps and military maps, pretty much any photo or scrap of paper that could be copied is in pouches throughout the book. Not only all the Allies but Axis information as well. There is also a CD "We Fought in Normandy" included.

The author Richard Holmes is a Professor of military and security studies at Cranford University and the Defense Academy of the United Kingdom. A first rate historian and author.

Doody, I've got a few rounds (Russian) for my Mosin-Nagant left so I should have mentioned that to her but no telling what kind of rounds I would have ended up with. But (bless her heart) at least she tries to figure my eccentricities out.
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This is gonna sound pretty sappy but I guess that I am ok with that at this point.
I got the best gift that I have ever gotten this year. Several years ago my (now) 6 year old son Ben was diagnosed as severely autistic.Yesterday morning, my son (who cannot speak) came up to me and looked me in the eye and ASKED me to read him a book about Thomas the Tank Engine! In case you are wondering what the big deal with that is, he cannot do anything for himself and doesn't seem to realize that other people exist as anything but objects in his little world.
I am under no illusions that he is suddenly going to get better (I know he won't)but it was great to have him sit on my knee and listen as I read him a story - that has never happened before - ever.
After that - my day was set.