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A stove with a window in the oven door, to my mother-in-law, who proclaimed with joy, “Now I can watch my cookies as they are baking.”
Linda Steinhebel | Via Facebook
In 2021, when I surprised our daughter Elizabeth with a book it took me 41 years to write about her much-loved baby sister, Rebecca, who died in 1980 at the age of 9 months.
Phyllis Cram, Pedernales EC | Austin
To my mother, in 1967, my return from the war.
Allen Linderman, Nueces EC | Corpus Christi
A pair of earrings I gave my mother when I was 8 years old that I bought with money I made shoveling snow out of our neighbors’ driveways and from my paper route. We didn’t have much money, so she would never spend it on “frivolities” for herself.
Darrell Wyatt, CoServ | Aubrey
In 1978 I gave my parents their first microwave oven. They were a big deal back then.
Suzanne Compton Bayer | Via Facebook
As a first grade teacher for many years, I always gave my students a book, either Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer or ’Twas the Night Before Christmas, each year. After retirement some have made me aware via Facebook that they treasure their Christmas book and enjoy reading it to their children during the holiday season. That warms my teacher heart in a special way!
Faye Buteaud, Jasper-Newton EC | Jasper
For my husband: to drive one of the cars at Texas Motor Speedway. He was so happy.
Patty Phil Bauer | Via Facebook
We are from West Texas, and our 4-year-old grandson was fascinated with pump jacks. All the bigwigs at oil field companies had either a pump jack or derrick on their desk, so I decided to order our grandson one. I ended up talking to a dealer in Russia—$150 at the time (which I did not share with my husband or let any of our other grandkids know). He is a teenager now and still has it on his desk.
JoAnn McComack, Pedernales EC | Marble Falls
A doxie-Jack Russell cross puppy to my daughter.
Karen Miller Barnes | Via Facebook
Meeting my husband, David, in 1968 in Virginia; marrying in 1969 in St. Louis; moving to Garland in 1970; and on Christmas Eve 1970, giving birth to our son, Kenneth Bell.
David and Pamela Bell, Rusk County EC | Longview
I hid my wife’s engagement ring in another present. She knew it was coming and frantically searched under the tree until I said, “Open the big package.”
Duncan J. Berry | Via Facebook
A son to my husband and me.
Judy Windham, Trinity Valley EC | Eustace
We told our parents they were going to be grandparents!
Jennifer DeThuin | Via Facebook
An engagement ring inside a Liz Claiborne purse, to my wife of 34-plus years.
David Newcomb, San Bernard EC | Hempstead
After my Grandpa Neal died, I took his collection of vintage neckties and had pillows made for my mom and sisters. I asked the seamstress to make at least three, but if she had any bits left over to make one for me.
Karen Walker, Fannin County EC | Leonard
Back in the 1990s, I collected over 200 children’s gifts and hauled them to an orphanage in Brownsville.
Cheryl Villanueva, Nueces EC | Corpus Christi
A precious baby girl, presented to my husband.
Gladys Wallace, Navasota Valley EC | Benchley
After Mom passed away (April 1997), I had an old VHS videotape of her during multiple Christmas holiday gatherings converted to DVD. I gave each one of my four siblings their own DVD. Not a dry eye.
Sylvia Diaz | Via Facebook
It’s this year. A group of us just sent toys, kites, puzzles, candy and clothes for 40 schoolchildren to an orphanage in Uganda. It’s called Rescue the Poor Uganda. It will be their best Christmas ever.
Cynthia Flynn, Pedernales EC | Austin
Inviting children into our workshop and letting them make Christmas presents for their siblings.
Clinton and Jeanie Odom, Cherokee County EC | Troup
A seven-day trip to my husband to St. George, Utah, to ride horseback on an authentic cattle drive through part of Bryce Canyon. He ate from a chuck wagon, bathed in the river and slept in a tent. He said the art of nature was amazing, and at night you could see every star in the universe.
Frances Harrell, Sam Houston EC | Livingston
To my son, a ride on a Zamboni at a hockey game.
Joyce Carroll, Guadalupe Valley EC | Schertz
A needlepoint stocking that I made for my granddaughter, starting a family tradition of 26 stockings so far.
Pat Gann, Tri-County EC | Fort Worth
For my mother-in-law, a Marcato Atlas hand-cranked pasta machine the second Christmas after I joined the family. It came in very handy over the years, as she would make four or five batches of noodles the first part of November for the upcoming holidays. After she passed away, I inherited the pasta machine and still use it; it works like a charm after 45 years of cranking out noodles.
Vicki Brower, Bandera EC | Bandera
For years my husband and I saved various ticket stubs and receipts by tossing them in a drawer. One Christmas I organized, laminated and put them all on binder rings. We had so many that it took three big binder rings to hold everything. It was a nice walk down memory lane to look at the things we’ve done together over the past 33 years!
Lisa Quinn, Pedernales EC | Austin
The four afghan blankets I crocheted and the one blanket I made for my grandchildren last Christmas. My hope is when they wrap themselves in them it will feel like a hug from Nene.
Ellen Audilet, Karnes EC | Kenedy
To my young married daughter, a $2,000 promissory note for a vehicle marked “Paid in Full” after only three $100 payments made on time. I taped it to a bag of Skittles, her favorite candy. It made a world of difference to a young newly married couple.
Kat Cross, Houston County EC | Crockett
In the early 1950s, we were about to open gifts on Christmas Eve when a high school friend of my brother, home from the military, knocked on the door. Listening to his stories (obviously he had seen the horrors of war) was our gift to him.
Ruby Koennecke, Central Texas EC | Fredericksburg
While stationed in Garlstedt, Germany, I gave my wife, Krickett, a full-length, black mink coat and a set of big diamond earrings. In return, she gave me a German beer stein.
Bill Harlin, Deep East Texas EC | Bronson