Mine was in 1981 in Lansdale, Pennsylvania. My husband and I had in previous years lived too far from family to visit during Christmas. In the spring of 1981 we moved to within a four-hour drive from relatives, and we expected to spend the holidays with family for the first time in a few years. That didn't happen.
Instead we spent Christmas eve and the following day in North Penn Hospital awaiting the birth of our first child. Our son was born at 5 am on Christmas day. I remember feeling the same sense of excitement and anticipation waiting for the baby to be born because we didn't know if it would be a boy or a girl. That anticipation was reminiscent of the childhood years when I would look forward to Christmas day.
So to date, 1981 is my most memorable Christmas. Of course every Christmas since has been better and better, sharing it with two more children, my darling daughters. This year our family grew again with the addition of a son-in-law. We're richly blessed.
What's your most memorable Christmas?
