Raised in a small community with eleven siblings in my family, we have many fond memories of growing up. A few days before Christmas my brothers and sisters and our Dad would go into the woods to get a tree. Dad would cut it down with an axe and we would put it on a hand cat - a home built sleigh. We would all sit on the sleigh with the tree and go down the hill. What fun! We would push it on the flat. We would dry the tree overnight and the next morning we would put our decorations on it that we made the night before. Bulbs we made out of egg cartons covered with foil wrap and a piece of wool to hang them on. We cut up white paper and coloured it green and red to make a chain for the tree. Some was made for decorations on the ceiling. Next, we hung our stockings - Dad's old wool socks. Next morning, we opened our socks first - apples, oranges and some candy wrapped in brown paper, was it ever good. We opened our gifts, which were something to wear, a doll for the girls and cars for the boys. We had our Christmas dinner, which was some kind of meat or a good ol' turr with the vegetables. Also we can't forget our syrup and cake. After our dinner was eaten and our chores were done, we each got a piece of canvas from our kitchen floor that was replaced with new. We would all go sliding on the main road because there was very little traffic back then. Good old memories of days gone by. Did we ever have fun!   Submitted By: NULL