I am trying to find a meaningful and touching Christmas story. Any suggestions or stories that you know of?
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Miracle on 34th Street?\n\noh and A Christmas Story,  it's not meaningful or touching, but it sure is funny ;)
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Christmas My grandfather used to  say  was about being together so one year to help us understand what it was about  he and the rest of our adult family schemed a plan to show us what it was  to be at a family Christmas . There were no presents  we had a meager Christmas lunch in the yard\n( Christmas is hot  as it falls in the middle of summer in Australia) . \nall the kids and parents played games there was no TV or stereo my uncle John played a ukulele and we sang songs  we had treasure hunts for small boiled lollies  I cant remember laughing so much as we played  silly games like ringa round the Rosy tag  hide and seek  I saw the adults dressed as  they would have been as school kids in their day ,playing game like jacks  skipping ropes  I saw my Grandad in shorts and knee high socks  my Nan in  a pinafore and stockings  and my parents dressed like some thing out grease the movie .\nThey sang and danced  I had the best day  and at the end of the day we were given a gift  the boys a spinning top  the real kind that you rap a string about the top and fling to the ground . the girls  were given a knitting bag with needle and wool . \nYes It was a great day and as you can see i still reminisce over it . when we got home the presents were under the tree, and i ejoyed opening them  but I cried when I realised I lost that top     some time over the years .\nId like to say thank you to you and your little girl  for jogging a long lost memory that brought a tear to my eye even today  \nBless you both and MERRY CHRISTMAS.\nPs all my sisters and neices  knitt because of that gify  ,a simple gift of two sticks and wool can cloth you and keep you warm.
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That would have to have been when I found out that about a family who didn't have anything for Christmas and I took all of my money that I had saved and went to the store and bought Christmas presents for all three of the little girls and for their Father as well.  It was two days before Christmas and they had absolutely nothing - no tree, no presents, nothing to speak of the holiday season.  These little girls had recently lost their Mother and there was no money when all was said and done.  I believe that this was the best money that I've ever spent.  It feels really good to help someone else.  It was amazing when my Father and I drove over to their house and knocked on the door, with bags and bags of wrapped presents for everyone.  The little girls were jumping up and down and screaming for joy and their Father stood there with tears running down his face.  I'll never forget the gratitude in his eyes and the joy in his daughters' eyes.  It's something that I'll remember forever.
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I love to look at my decorations!  Some are from my Parents, when I was a kid, some my kids made!  It brings back so many memories.  Don't you think it's fun to make things look "special"  once a year?  It feels like magic seeing everything lit up!  Don't be a scrooge!  Find the joy of the season so you can pass it on!  Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!!
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Well, I guess it time I tell about the first time I met Santa, it a long story though.\nIt all started on this dark and lonely road, oh, about 10 years ago. There was snow a foot deep that year. I remember it well. It was about 1:00 a.m. on Christmas morn. There was a full moon that night (never did figure out who that woman was mooning people at one in the morning). Anyway, there was this wild commotion comming from the woods. A lot of hollering and weird sounds like a horse or something. Oh! My God!!! It was Reindeer and they were headed straight for me!!! There was this chubby old man with a white beard and wearing a red suit, doing his best to stay in the sleigh and hold on to the reins. He was hollering something about Donner/Blitzen somebody (sounded like a cuss word). I tried to move to the left when I tripped over another chubby dude with a beard, he wasn't over four feet tall. It must of really scared him. He hollered something like "She Hit" and took off running through the woods. When I turned around from watching him there it was................tha' biggest pair of "horns" I ever did see (never did figure out who that topless woman was either). The Reindeer were upon me and all hope seemed lost. When out of nowhere something that looked like a big dog with this glowing red nose slammed into the side of the lead reindeer. The reindeer and sleigh went to the right and the old man went to the left, and I was standing there thinking, "what the she-hit"? Then this big red bag full of whatever hit me and knocked me to the ground. I was a little dizzy and I heard the old man groaning over in this briar patch. He kept saying something about a Ho! Just kept repeating it, Ho! Ho! Ho! I thought he was looking for his wife (maybe she had been driving at first). Finally he jumped up out of the briars and ran over to check the reindeer. Then he turned and looked at me. He was laughing; that's what the Ho! Ho! was, a laugh, I seen his smile in the moonlight. His eyes twinkled, his nose was red from the cold. He took off his white gloves and walked over and helped me up. He said, "you o.k. Sam?", he knew my name!!! Still a little shaken I said; "yea, how are the reindeer?" He told me they ran into this all the time taking the short cut through the woods, just, did not expect to see me in the way. That is when he introduced himself, said he was Santa. Tears came to my eyes, I was standing in front of the man many never believed exsisted. Santa was holding my hand and trying to get the red bag I was hiding behind me. That's when I learned to cook. He grabbed this Iron Skillet out of the bag and hit me on the head with it. He dropped the Skillet (My first gift from Santa)! Then he grabbed the red bag with both hands and ran, jumped in the sleigh and took off, turning up the road! So, every year I go down to that spot at 1 a.m. in the morning on Christmas Eve and rain, sleet or sunshine (at night)? There he comes barreling out of the woods, hollering something about Donner/Blitzen somebody. Then he hollers something about "get tha' bells outta' my way" He throws a toy at me, hits me in the head everytime, even when I duck. Man he has good aim, but, I always get a toy! Then he turns and disappears up the road! I write to him at the North Pole and thank him for my gift. He always writes back in some foriegn language, looks like #*F-ing^! %Idiot$& don't know what it says, but, I know he must love me! ;-D
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Thank you. That should be printed in every newspaper in the USA on Christmas Eve day. Very somber. Very true.\nWho is the author?
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YES! YES! YES!\n\nI know he exists.  He inspired me to choose kids from a giving tree, and help out senior citizens.\n\nI got a MP3 player for a 15-year-old boy.  Thought I'd go out of my box and pick a 15-year-old boy because they are the one's most often forgotten.  Then I got a fire engine for a 5-year-old boy.  The fire engine was super fun to play with; I got to play with it before I wrapped it and gave it away. I also got a Barbie doll for a 5-year-old girl.\n\nThen for the seniors, I got large washable teddy bears; the alzstimers patients love these.  I also got them pill holders, lotion, scarves, and CD Books (for the blind). All of these gifts together were $80.00.  I’m just a good shopping elf.\n\nSo, do you think Santa exists now??? I'm sure he guided me on the children and seniors to pick.  After all, he knows who's been notty and nice.\n\nDo I still get presents from Santa?  Yes, I get the present of being his little elf and helping him help children and the old.  After all, Santa is the Saint Patron of giving.
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There are soooooooooo many stories in the bible that i love. but one of my favorite stories would have to be when Jesus died on the cross though its graphic it shows how much He loves us and shows what He did so our sins can be forgiven. and another would have to be the prodigal son because that story is the only story that shows God running to his lost son. very touching story that i love very much but there are plenty more stories that are my favorite.
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Nothing has ever compared with Christmas for me. I guess it is just all the old memories of Home.  I grew up in Illinois so normally we have a white Christmas and it is always so beautiful. I also have a larger extended family and Christmas is the only time of year we all make it back home. There is nothing quite the same as gathering everyone into Mama and Papa's house like we have done since we were all just kids.  Now we all have families of our own and Papa has passed on. There is still nothing quite as sweet as all of us crowding the living room and watching the kids pass presents. I still walk in and see it just like it was when I was 5, Papa was still there, and life was as simple and beautiful as the fresh Christmas snow.
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well from the 60s here.i remember the Christmas trees .the large ones with the big branches that i cant seem to find any more and the large lights with the tincle and all the snow on the ground[upstate NY] and my dad was alive .and my grandma too.i guess it was special not for what i got but the people i loved were together.merry christmas to you.
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Have you ever read the book "embraced by the light"? soooooooo nice.\n\nhttp://embracedbythelight.com/index.htm
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Christmas Story\nHome Alone..Home alone lost in new york..\nFrosty the snowman\nRudolph the rednose reindeer\nTeddy bear christmas\nMiracle on 34th stree *the one with dillan*\nThe santa clause\nNational lampoons christmas vacation\nGrinch\nHow the grinch stole christmas\nCharlie brown christmas\nElf\nErnest saves christmas..and lots and lots more where those came from!!
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go voluntary at a children hospital for a couple hours and read some Christmas story's to some children who are terminally ill, they probably wont see another one... You will never feel the same about what you don't have its life changing.....
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The Christmas that I remember as one of the best is last year. \nMy family had just simply stopped having Christmas together. \nBoth of our parents are gone on to a better world than this one \nand left us at young ages. After our mother passed in 1992 we \ndriffted away from each other but last year my neice decided that \nenough was enough and told our family that it was time to act \nlike we are a family and would not take no for an answer. I am \nglad that she was so determined. We had a great time and we \nare close to each other again. We will have a blast this year!
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It is just amazing what a lovely story... you are too kind to share such a gift.
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A Christmas Story\nNightmare Before Christmas
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A Christmas Story.\nIt makes me laugh every time I watch it.  In my family, it's a tradition!