The Twelfth Day of Christmas: Dream Team Holiday Memories
To wrap up our twelve days of Christmas, Main Street has decided to share some of their favorite holiday memories. When it all comes down to it, the Holidays are about spending time with loved ones and making memories.
Merry Christmas from all of us at Main Street!
As a kid, my parents use to drive around San Marcos so we could see the Christmas lights and decorations each year. It always felt like my dad saved the best for last because our last ride was through San Antonio Street and every year, it was always decorated beautifully. It was my favorite to drive through and see. It always put me in the Christmas spirit.
My favorite Christmas was the Christmas I received my very first Dell desktop computer. I was 10 years old and I remember before this point always having to use either my friends' computers or the computers at school. Also at that time it was a big deal to have your own computer and I remember that same Christmas was when the majority of my friends were getting their own computers too. So that was a great point in time. It pretty much changed my life. For the simple fact that I haven't been computer-less since. It's funny to see the evolution of computers since then. They have come a very long way since then such as becoming much more small and powerful. It's crazy to see where they will be 13 years from now.
My favorite Christmas memory was the Christmas of 97’ when I was 5 years old. I really wanted a Nintendo 64, but was pretty sure I wouldn’t get one because my family didn’t have a lot of money. By the morning of Christmas I had already accepted that there would be no Nintendo 64 waiting for me under the tree. After opening all my presents it seemed as if that was going to be true. At the last minute, my family brought in another present from the other room. Low and behold it was a Nintendo 64. I was so excited that I ended up getting sick and threw up before I could even open the long awaited Nintendo 64. It was a great Christmas.
I don't exactly have a favorite Christmas memory because my family doesn't celebrate Christmas as heartily as others, but I do remember my first Christmas. My family and I moved to the US in march of '98 so I was 5 years old when I celebrated my first Christmas. I remember all of my classmates being super excited about it since before thanksgiving break, hearing Christmas carols wherever I went, and making all sorts of holiday crafts & paper ornaments in school. At home my parents were a little indifferent about Christmas because it's never been a huge part of our culture, but since this was my first time actually experiencing it they brought a tiny plastic tree to hang my ornaments from. We also went to see the trail of lights in Zilker Park. I received a stocking at the beginning, and at almost every light display I got candy canes- my stocking was stuffed by the end of the night! When I woke up christmas day I found presents under my tree! I knew that was a part of Christmas, but it was still surprising to my five year old self. I received presents from my parents, friends we made through school, and our close family friends within the indian community - it felt like my birthday all over again!
The years after that we didn't celebrate Christmas as much (I got fewer presents haha). We did however put up our tiny tree for a few years or left up our lights from Diwali and once in a while we would still go to Zilker Park.
Every year as a child I looked forward to one thing (ONE THING, MOM! I'm still salty.) during Christmas. Just as our family settled into the Christmas season, we would bring out the Christmas decorations and relive memories that each item brought. I had a few favorites that I would claim and put in a particularly special spot: a snowman ornament, Mr. and Mrs. Claus figurines, and a vintage music box that had a bear sitting in a drum dancing to the tune of Jingle Bells. One Christmas, as my mom was preparing to put a roast in the oven she realizes our oven is broken. Scrambling to find a mechanic open on Christmas day she managed to find someone willing to repair it in time to have a Christmas dinner prepared. In comes the repair man to save the day with his family in the car. Come to find out, they had very little money and this job would provide them with enough funds to have a nice Christmas dinner. But that also meant no presents. My sweet mother, looking at the few gifts we ourselves had under the tree, turned to the dancing bear that drew out a smile to the mechanic's children as much as it did mine. I cried and cried when I found out my favorite bear was gone but it taught me a lesson I will never forget: even when you have very little yourself, it is still possible to give—and give with a cheerful heart.