Do you have a favorite Prairie holiday tradition? What holiday legacies are you and your family carrying on? What did you want for Christmas as a kid? Do you have a favorite holiday recipe?
We want to hear all about it.
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Doreen from Pinawa, MB
The one-room school house and its Christmas Concert – perhaps some readers will also remember the Eaton’s Christmas Tree Shopping Service. Read the full story here.
Liz fromWinnipeg, MB
Not sure of the emotion to place on this story. My sister and I were in grades 5 and 6, perhaps. We were not well off but I now know we weren’t poor either. Christmas meant one gift, of my parent’s choosing, and though we were 15 months apart, our gifts were always identical. That year, maybe 1956 or 1957, we both received 4’ beautiful walking dolls. Cecil Rhodes School (now named Keewatin Prairie Community School) decided to do a toy drive for northern community children after Christmas. Students were asked to bring something to give to less fortunate kids. Yes, you are right!!! We took our walking dolls, and no we didn’t ask or tell our mom first!!! Lordy was she upset!!!!! We did not get replacement gifts lol but we felt pretty ok if I remember!!!!
Bernadette from Regina, SK
When I was a kid, Christmas Eve was a big deal. We’d dress in our new outfits, get into our parkas and boots, and drive to town for the Christmas Eve Pageant at our church. Presented by the Sunday School and Confirmation classes, it featured recitations of Bible verses and Christmas carols about the miraculous birth of Jesus Christ. I loved it! Some years, Mom was the organist. Other years, not, but still, we attended. The church was always packed.
After the pageant, the deacons and elders would hand out the treat bags filled with peanuts and candies, chocolates and mandarin oranges, then we’d head home. Every year, Dad would tease us about seeing Rudolph’s red nose or Santa in the sky, and we’d look, hoping to catch a glimpse of the famous man who delivered gifts to our house every year. We never did see them, of course, but sometimes pretended we did, especially when younger siblings were around.
When we got home, we raced to the living room for a peek under the tree and were called back if we hadn’t hung our coats properly. Even though Dad had again teased that there’d be coal in our stockings because we were brats, there was always something, always gifts, not always what I’d requested in my letter, but always there was something to keep me happy.