Christmas morning 1989 our pipes broke in the cellar and we happened to have all our gifts down there , We ended up having a nicer time talking with the firefighters than opening soaked gifts :P

Suffice to say it turned out to be a great day believe it or not.
Me and my brother made a life raft out of our Christmas tree among other gifts/gift boxes.

It was the best memory of Christmas ever.

I'm sorry i just have to add this...
One christmas my uncle tied up a bunch of ?tabogins? together and then tied them to the hitch of his station wagon and drove around the park at 25 mph , i am still surprised to this day no one was hurt or killed :P , i must have been like between 6-10 yrs old.
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Awe. They HAVE to be happy? :D Just kidding.

I'd have to say that MY favorite Christmas memory would have to be when my brother and I would be eaten with temptation the night before, ignoring tv... ignoring radio... ignoring playing around. Just sitting there wondering what could possibly be inside the presents we got. Even if there were only a couple, we knew that they would be great! :)
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Christmas 2000, I went to Germany to visit family. Had maybe 40-50 relatives i didnt know then. We all talked, well tried to seeing i cant speak German that well. Anyways we were talking and it started snowing. I havent seeing snow before this I live by the beach in California. It snowed maybe 12-18 inches that night. In the morning we all went to the hill by our house and started sledding. Most memorable Christmas ive had. I was about10-11 at the time.
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The one year my father was dressed up as Santa Clause and i was still young enough to believe it. It was the best Christmas I've had.

I remember being upset at Santa for kissing my mom and immediately notified my dad when i saw him again.
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When I got my first bicycle
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Any of the Christmases where my great-grandmother was in attendance...
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watching my dog open wrapped presents
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When I was about 5, my mother was driving us home form Church on Christams Eve. She said she heard a sleigh flying overhead...when we got home--Santa had arrived early...Christmas Eve..instead of Christmas morning...
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mine is bad. my brother, father, uncle and a couple cousins went driving around xmass eve night and stole a Frosty the Snowman light up doll, big plastic thing. we plugged it in on the front of the Jehovah Witness church lawn. was pretty funny to see it up there and we only did it because the year before they came around on xmass day.

my dad later went and gave the people money for their Frosty. we knew them :)
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snow
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When you wanted something for Christmas but never thought you would get it or that anybody even knew you wanted it. Then that magical moment when you opened it ...and there it was. Merry Christmas !!!!
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I was 5 years old and had been begging my mother and father for a puppy ever since my birthday in May. On Christmas morning, I was woken up by a beagle puppy, who I named Peppy Quinzote Jr. for some reason, licking my face. I was the happiest girl alive!
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The first year in the new house my parents built. I was 9. We went from a little 50's tract house to our nice, large new Tudor-style house in the woods in the country.

The week before Christmas, we had a Christmas party at our house. My parents put out quite a spread, much of it kind of gourmet and all of it homemade. I lost a tooth in one of the cream caramels. I'd never had Swedish meatballs or real beef stroganoff before. And the games were a blast, even though there were only two other kids there.

For Christmas Eve, we had the first of many celebrations. We had a nice meal by candlelight (and lowered lights) in the dining room, while it snowed softly outside. I was thrilled to get some books I'd been wanting. And while we opened presents, I could see the snow falling in the circle of the old-fashioned style lamp outside. It looked a little like Lantern Waste in Narnia--same style lamp, with trees all around.

Then, for Christmas Day, my mom's family came. Usually we'd drive a couple of hours to spend Christmas with them. Again, we had a great spread of food because everyone on that side is a good cook, even the men. My grandma brought several kinds of homemade candy, including her divinity, which has ruined me for any other kind; and apricot/orange coconut balls.

After lunch, my dad got out the homemade sleigh he'd been building and attached it to his garden tractor. He gave my cousins and I a long ride down to the ponds, while our moms watched from the dining room. I was so happy he'd been able to finish it before it snowed. Then several of us went out on the big pond and had a snowball fight. My brother and I and one of my cousins had skates but no one else did. Some of the cousins took our toboggan and sleds and went sledding.

When our feet finally started freezing, we went back up the hill to the house and listened to my cousins' great-grandpa (not mine) tell stories about hunting grizzlies in Alaska, and about working on the railroad around the turn of the last century. By that time we were finally ready for dessert and to open presents. My aunt and uncle gave me the Chronicles of Narnia, all of them. I was thrilled.

Other Christmases were fun, whether we ended up spending hours in the car going to one of my cousins' beautiful old farmhouse, or my grandparents; whether it was just muddy or rainy or whether we were lucky enough to have snow. But this one was overall the best.
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This is a great question. I have enjoyed reading through other users answers. Now to add my own.

After sitting here and thinking for sometime, I found this was a lot more difficult than I imagined it would be. I think my favorite Christmas memory took place a bit before Christmas, actually. My girlfriend's family and I were looking through this crazy store that only had Christmas themed things in it. I can not remember where it was... somewhere in Virginia. Just walking around in there and seeing all the huge snow globes, delicate Santa statues, etc was really neat.... I think it's one of the only times I felt like I was truly someplace else... everything that surrounded me was strange and unusual, and that environment was like being part of a Christmas display.

I remember smelling all these different candles they had there, with my girlfriend, and looking at snow globes with her sister. It's a strange memory to choose as a favorite, I guess, but there were always so few times I ever felt like I had escaped from reality. I always wanted to go to Disneyland as a child. That Christmas store was probably the closest to that I ever got...
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So, i was flying home for christmas
and I was on this plane.
And I'm sittin' there and the captain
comes on and is like "we'll be cruising
at 35,000 feet," and does his thing,
then he puts the mike down but forgets
to turn it off. Then he says "man,
all I want right now is a blow-job and
a cup of coffee." So the stewardess
goes runnin' up towards the cock-pit
to tell him the mike's still on, and
this guy in the back of the plane goes
"don't forget the coffee!"

Best memory ever!
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My favorite Christmas was when I was in kindergarten and I had just learned to count to 100. It seemed to be a big deal to me at the time. So for weeks when my parents asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I would say that I wanted a hundred dollars, not at all expecting to get it, because after all, that was a LOT of money. So Christmas morning I was up before everyone else as usual and checking all the tags on the presents completely overlooking the envelope on the Christmas tree. When my brother got up and pointed out the envelope, I immediately opened it and was pleasantly surprised to see a one hundred dollar bill. My plan was to buy a house or a car with the money, I couldn't decide.
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Definitely 1999. It was my first Christmas without my first wife :). My first Christmas with my second wife :). And my last Christmas with my business partner and father :( , all in the same year. I remember that it was my first Christmas that wasn't fake in a long, long time. It snowed that morning and the tears froze to my face. My father said that he hoped they would always stay frozen that i had lived a happy and prosperous life that nobody could take that away from me. He passed away in my arms, saying goodbye to his mother, and hello to his father with his last breath who was already waiting for him in heaven. Like Santa with a twinkle in his eye, he winked one last time, and disappeared.
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A christmas my family and I went to Dominican Republic for, to visit our family. I was very young, so I still believed in Santa Claus. I was on my mom's lap, and I saw a plane go overhead. I asked her whether the plane was Santa, and she said yes. I remember fully believing that, and just laying on her lap watching the plane go by.
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