Christmas Stories

Any Christmas as a kid is 10/10. I did get actual coal in my stocking one year though 😂. Otherwise, we decided to travel to Vermont one year. Woke up to 12-18" Christmas morning. First time ever at MRG too.

i had a similar story, but i ended up getting my first pair of park skis, the best moment of my childhood probably

I asked for a snowboard for Christmas. I wake up and there is a pair of skiboards and ski boots under the tree. It got me back into skiing. My dad’s plan worked Lmao

BradFiAusNzCoCaI asked for a snowboard for Christmas. I wake up and there is a pair of skiboards and ski boots under the tree. It got me back into skiing. My dad’s plan worked Lmao

haha based dad

Ours were almost standard format. Parents would wake us up, open gifts, have a big breakfast and at 10am, go skiing until 4-5pm. Have supper and watch xmas specials on tv.
The ski hill used to be fully opened by xmas. Heh, those days are long gone my friends

This is a cheerful thread!

One awesome xmas skiing memory when I was 14 or 15, my brother and I went to the hill on xmas eve and had a great sunny day shedding together. Good brotherly time. Then we came home and hung with all the family, ate well, had fun. It was nice.

Merry late Christmas all!

I have had a few memorable Christmas's but one that stands out was when I got my first pair of skis and boots. My mom was renting equipment for me the 2 previous seasons but I had just turned 7 and I remember walking out to the tree and seeing those silver and red Rossignol skis with red and white Salomon binders. They were used but I didnt care, I had my very own skis to ride. The boots were some older Nordica rear entries but man was I ready and set to go! My mom even hooked me up with 4 lessons that season at our local and was I ever smiling from ear to ear.

I reflect on this time in my life and wish I would've done more with skiing but it was just a fun thing to do with my mom, sister and very few friends. My mom sacrificed many things to allow me to do the things I got to do, thanks mom and Merry Christmas.

She didnt bother with poles hey, guess she was ahead of the game

oldmanskiMerry late Christmas all!

I have had a few memorable Christmas's but one that stands out was when I got my first pair of skis and boots. My mom was renting equipment for me the 2 previous seasons but I had just turned 7 and I remember walking out to the tree and seeing those silver and red Rossignol skis with red and white Salomon binders. They were used but I didnt care, I had my very own skis to ride. The boots were some older Nordica rear entries but man was I ready and set to go! My mom even hooked me up with 4 lessons that season at our local and was I ever smiling from ear to ear.

I reflect on this time in my life and wish I would've done more with skiing but it was just a fun thing to do with my mom, sister and very few friends. My mom sacrificed many things to allow me to do the things I got to do, thanks mom and Merry Christmas.

this one time at the company christmas party the owner's daughter sexually harassed me and we settled out of court for 6 figures and I got a promotion

One year, a present lead us on a whole house scavenger hunt, telling us we were going to Colorado on spring break. First time skiing in the mountains of the west and was a big piece in building my love for the west. My favorite memories as an adult now are driving through the upper penniless to go to my grandparents. I miss when they had their house and land to explore but just the journey is something I cherish and hope to get a few more years of.

When I was 5 my uncle George took me out to see a tree lighting in Boston and we spent the entire day going to different stores where he'd use his excellent credit to open a max limit card with each one; max it out getting gifts for his parents, six brothers, two sisters and all us nephews and nieces.

We went back and forth between his apartment and the shops four times; he racked up $40k in credit card debt. He got my grandparents an entire new kitchen, wheels and tires for my dad's work truck and my mom's Bronco II and a new fridge for us, all the medieval sets of LEGO for me. He didn't tell any of us but that was the last Christmas he'd have with us; he had a terminal brain tumor along with HIV/AIDS and passed away in hospice the following summer. Being a queer man pre-gay rights being a thing he had no legally recognized partner or next of kin to assume the debt; the heist worked and he spent the entire Christmas Eve at my grandparents that year with a sly grin whenever anyone would tell him it was the best Christmas the family had ever had.

Goretex_VidalWhen I was 5 my uncle George took me out to see a tree lighting in Boston and we spent the entire day going to different stores where he'd use his excellent credit to open a max limit card with each one; max it out getting gifts for his parents, six brothers, two sisters and all us nephews and nieces.

We went back and forth between his apartment and the shops four times; he racked up $40k in credit card debt. He got my grandparents an entire new kitchen, wheels and tires for my dad's work truck and my mom's Bronco II and a new fridge for us, all the medieval sets of LEGO for me. He didn't tell any of us but that was the last Christmas he'd have with us; he had a terminal brain tumor along with HIV/AIDS and passed away in hospice the following summer. Being a queer man pre-gay rights being a thing he had no legally recognized partner or next of kin to assume the debt; the heist worked and he spent the entire Christmas Eve at my grandparents that year with a sly grin whenever anyone would tell him it was the best Christmas the family had ever had.

That's sick af, what a g. Rest in peace George.