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I had a co-worker at the hospital who was Jewish. He always wished us a Merr Christmas but I always asked him about the Jewish holidays and traditions as I felt they were important. Thinking about it the Jewish holidays or celebrations are where a lot of Christian customs come from. He joined in the decorating of the department’s tree and brought in food for our Christmas party and also joined in our grab bag. He was also the one that volunteered to work the Christian holidays so someone else could have it off. I’m sure it didn’t help that he got time and a half for working them but it still meant a lot to me.
A co-worker of another nationality and religion who didn’t believe in Christ would always insist on having Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off and would get huffy if she had to work.
I think for Gabby it’s that Chad was there when they were abducted by that gambling ring so it’s more hero worship than anything. Or it could be now that Will’s out of the picture she just wants someone else.
My mom decided when she had kids that we wouldn’t go anywhere on Christmas Day. She felt it was cruel to have a kid open presents then go out and not be able to play with them. So, Christmas Eve wasn’t anything special except we got to open one present and go to bed early. On Christmas morning the tree had all the wrapped gifts from my mom and dad as well as from my brother The gifts from Santa were unwrapped except for a few that had clothes. Later my close family friends would come with their 3 kids and dinner was a standing rib roast and ham.
When I got older one of my aunts moved to the house behind us and her son and his family would go to her house on Christmas Eve then spend the day at our house. When my aunt passed away her son and family would come to our house on Christmas Eve and they’d camp out in sleeping bags in the dining room and wake up on Christmas morning to Santa’s gifts.
After my mom died I wanted something different and my cousin’s kids were grown and he adopted and was raising his granddaughter. I’d drive the 80 miles to his house on Christmas Eve and spend the night. Then I’d get up with the granddaughter and experience Christmas morning through her eyes. I’d fix dinner and his kids would come with their families.
Now that I’m married and in Alabama the only family is Don’s sister and her kids. There’s always so much stress and drama being around them. Don doesn’t like the holidays due to an abusive father and no happy memories so I’m longing for a traditional Christmas. Rather than going through the stress of his sister (we had enough over Thanksgiving to last several years) we’re staying home and invited a friend of Don’s who has no family in the area to come for dinner.
What’s funny, I’m nostalgic for a Christmas I never had. I want the Dickens or Currier & Ives Christmas with snow, family around the piano singing carols and decorating the tree. I always tried to create that on Christmas Eve when I was little and even invited neighbors to come over. I planned a buffet dinner and even though I tried nobody cooperated and gave me the Christmas Eve I planned.
I llike that it brought so many characters together for one sincle story rather than 10 separate stories going on at once that aren’t related in any way.
Is it possible this story isn’t over? I thought there were bigger bosses behind the whole thing so if they’re still out there they may come after the DiMera’s and Kiriakas’s.
I remember years ago Billie and Jack were good friends. Let Jennifer choose Daniel and bring Billie back for Jack.
Shawn was living in Salem with Zack died. It was before he found out that Claire was his and Claire needed a liver and got Zacks. They were surprised it was a perfect match.
My dad told me when he was young and questioning the existence of Santa Clause his parents took him out on Christmas Eve. When they got home there was a decorated tree with presents underneath. They told him Santa delivered it and it was years before he realized it was a neighbor.
They have that in California, Chicago and Alabama so I’m guessing a lot of malls nationwide do that. The malls usually open up earlier for the "mall walkers" so they can pace themselves without weaving in and out of shoppers as well as have the distraction of the stores. Our local mall opens at 6:30am.
I can’t believe Nicole. She’s going on and on about how great she thought Rachel was and didn’t want to send her home so what does she do, she lets the voters decide. I can’t believe Rachel got the lowest votes. I don’t believe she would have won but she deserved to be there another week or 2 and Marcus should have gone home.
When she collapsed in tears Don just said that was why they shouldn’t let 13 year olds enter. I do believe she’s got a career ahead of her though and will have a contract by next week if she doesn’t have one already.
I read that Carrie comes through for John and the Christmas Miracle. Then it said that Stefano and EJ suddenly want to make a deal that would put an end to that proposterous civil suit. The Dimera’s want BASIC BLACK.
I hope John doesn’t give in to them.
Since Will wants t move out maybe he and Sonny will move in there or the 3 guys will make it their bachelor pad.
I read that Dan has to deal with the fact he might have Myasthenia Gravis and he’s also tired of the way things are with Jen so he ends things. Maybe he needs to go off by himself for a while to "think".
I too have great memories of sitting on my mom’s lap while she combed my hair or just sang to me. My dad would "play the piano" on my ribs if I laid across his lap. I also remember on nights my mom was out I would get in thier with my dad and watch Johnny Carson with my head on his stomach and feel his stomach rise and fall with each breath. If anyone today heard me say that they’d think my dad was a pediophile but back in the 60’s a father could show his little princess attention without it being twisted around.
My ex father-in-law loved to kiss on the lips and it would creep me out. When my ex and I were dating and even after we got married we were on a bowling league. His father, wanting to be one of the guys joined the team and he’d always insist on sitting next to me and would start with his hip and thigh on my leg and slide off until he was sitting right against me. I’d sit someplace where there wasn’t enough room and he’d still find a way. When we’d go to their house everyone had to kiss goodbye but I’d be out the door and down the steps before they could get to me. I just didn’t want that man’s body touching mine in any way. I told my ex about my feelings and he said I had a right to feel that way because his ex girlfriend told him that his father once slipped his tongue in her mouth. Before we got married I was at their house for dinner wth my parents and my mom insists she saw his father and sister in the hall kissing and it looked to be more than a father/daughter kiss.
My parents told me all the time. I remember when I was little I’d always have to kiss them good night. Once when I was about 6 I was at my aunts and went to kiss them good night, they looked at me like I had 3 yes and horns. They never showed any affection to their kids at all. No bedtime rituals or signs of affection at all. I don’t know when my parents and I stopped saying I love you but I do know I wanted to say it a few times but it felt awkward. I think I just didn’t want to bring attention to it. Before my dad died I needed to tell him and one morning I went to his room at the hospital before I started my shift. He was half out of it and his foot was stuck in the siderail. I got his foot out and told him I loved him. He looked right at me and told me he loved me too. Later that day he was in a coma and died the next morning. I’m so glad I went with my gut and told him rather than keeping it in and regretting it.
