9 Responses for "What was the best Christmas gift you have ever received – and why?"

1. pacific_crush February 7th, 2009 at 7:18 am 1

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   A teddy bear when I was 6. It was a white, cuddly, polar bear. I still have it.

2. morgysdad February 7th, 2009 at 1:15 pm 2

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   Watching my sons face light up when he comes out xmas morning and sees all the gifts.

3. The Bridge To Eternal Life February 10th, 2009 at 10:26 pm 3

   Cheap Beach Holidays.

   Playstation 2: W/ MetalGearSolid2 FinalFantasy 10

4. Greeno February 11th, 2009 at 4:20 am 4

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   a really crappy pinball machine. I begged and begged for this thing and there is was Christmas morning. I was so psyched. I played it every day during Xmas break…until…a weel later, a little plastic part inside just snapped into pieces and that was it. I couldn’t even launch balls anymore. It was one big piece of worthless junk, but it was the greatest gift up until then.

5. oneblondepilgrim February 11th, 2009 at 6:01 am 5

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   Binoculars.. because for the first time I got what I really really really wanted, and they were good ones..not pink plastic ones with my little pony stamped on the side which is the kind of gift girls normally get.. Dumbed down gifts for girls ought to be outlawed.

6. birgit February 11th, 2009 at 8:26 am 6

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   A proposal of marriage

7. luther February 14th, 2009 at 10:31 am 7

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   A red rider BB gun, the one I got the previous christmas had lasted only 9 months so I had been without for 3 months.

8. sissy February 15th, 2009 at 8:15 am 8

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   things and ornamints my children made at school. they r grown now and those grand babies talking to me , so i just love getting phone calls christmas moring , because i live 8 hours away and have remarried,

9. Leslie D February 15th, 2009 at 8:59 pm 9

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   There was a Christmas bazaar–a pretty big one–in Seattle (where I still live). I was about 4. I was walking along the craft booths and saw a stall where a hippie guy (though I was too young to know what a hippie even looked like) was selling dolls and animal figures he’d made and sewed himself. I must have looked interested in the owl he was selling, because he abruptly wrapped it up in a piece of tissue paper, thrust it over to me, and said Here kid, it’s yours. When my parents found out about it, they went to try and give him money for it but he wouldn’t take any. That generosity completely blew me away when I was 4, and I wonder whatever happened to that guy. I named the owl Seymour and I recently passed him along to my small niece. When she’s a little older there’s a story to go along with it.