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Or what was the nicest surprise you did not expect.


Mine was a brother typewriter in a lovely green carrying case, I thought I was the bees knees! :-D

Mine was a 'Guggles' doll. You pressed her tummy and she made a sound rather like Aaahh Oooh.
I got a bike that year as well :-D

A watch, when I was 10. I treasured it. My first "grown up" present.

It stopped working 6 months later.

Dad said it was my fault for "not looking after it" What??

Didn't get another watch until I was 19. That one lasted six months too!

I have since found out that I'm one of those "static electricity" people that sends watches haywire :-D I'm fine with battery operated watches, but a battery lasts half as long on my watch as it would on OH's :-S

When I was 10 my parents bought me a red watering can at Christmas because of my love of gardening. Sadly I no longer have it, but its the present I remember best. :-)

My father used to tease me for weeks before Christmas that they were having trouble with the transport for my presents as they wouldn't fit in a van! :-D

When I was 13 my parents gave me a transistor radio. I thought I was so cool and my friends were quite envious. I used it until I was 18 and then sadly I took it to the beach and it was stolen. Broke my heart :-(

I was struggling to think until Sue mentioned her transistor radio.

Mine was a crystal set. I could lay under the covers aftre going to bed and hear programmes like "Round the Horne" and lovely songs by Lita Rosa and Dickie Valentine. Went to sleep with masses of wires wrapped round my neck :-( :-(

I am exactly the same as Scozz with batteries and things. Spend an absolute fortune on them. I expect we are both valued for our electic personalities :-)

Mine was my very own record player .(1963) I could play my music until my heart's content in my own room instead of sharing the one in the lounge with the rest of the family.

Mine was a twin dolls pram, quite rare back in the 50s I think.I was the only one of my friends who had one anyway. :-)

I had a twin dolls pram too though not for Xmas. I have just replaced it with one I have found in our locak emporium. Now my beloved Fred bear is sitting in it just as he used too in my original one. :-D

Oh no...I always wanted a twin dolls pram :-(

Strange how whether expensive or inexpensive the present may have been...we all have fond memories of that "special" one.

I remember buying my son aged 8 a bike, times were hard then in the building trade and he had already excepted that the bike probably would not appear Xmas day. He was up early and opened all his presents.....quite happy with his little hoard. We had lunch and then my husband asked him to go to the shed and get some bread from the freezer.....there in all its glory was a beautiful new blue bike. Well it was the worst thing we could have done.....we thought he was going to faint with excitement, poor thing could not get his breath! He is 29 now and still remembers the day clearly and always says no surprises this year mum!

a petite typewriter. it was on display in the papershop window. i used to have a look at it everyday on my way to school. dad said he coudnt afford it, so i gave up any hope of getting one...so what a suprise when i opened my xmas sack which was a pillowcase in my days. dad was allways up the first whatever day of the week, the fire was roaring when we got up. a special treat from dad at christmas was a bacon buttie,he made the crispiest bacon ever. plus a cup of tea with a teaspoon of brandy added, he always said that will warm the cockles of your heart. bless him...

One of my brothers made me a farm house and bought all the animals and farm workesr when I was about 5.

My dear father in a fit of pique stamped on it.

lol John

My mother bought a TV with a remote (can't remember when that was, but it was one of the first remote tellies).

If I walked in front of the TV it would change channels.

I took great delight in tormenting my brothers (getting back at them!) by walking into the room............ and hearing them yell "MUM, SHE'S DOING IT AGAIN!!"

:-D

The biggest surprise I ever got at Christmas was a tiny tears and a Sindy doll :-D. I was about eight or nine at the time in the very early 1970s. I still have both dolls, much loved and a bit matted around the hair line. I keep them tucked away out of harms way now :-D :-D :-D

Looking back my Mum and Dad were very hard up at the time and must have saved for a while to get both the dolls so it makes it all the more special

Teresa :-)

War time and I was about 4 or 5. Dad made me a round table and a little wooden chair and a dresser and they gave me a real china tea set with pinnochio on. (daughter still has it). I wouldn't have appreciated at the time that Mum had queued for ages and almost got into a fight with another woman to get it. I loved it.

As the youngest child of the family I was a tad spolit, I was very lucky . when I was about 7 I asked for a red dolls pram but it had to be like a lie down trolly witha pink thrilly pram set, I was delighted when I saw it , however I was aware of the situation even then so I was always grateful for what I got and still am. :-D

A kitten, Tinker, when I was 7. He was a lovely natured cat who was very tolerant of being dressed up in doll's clothes and put into a toy pram!
He lived for 14 years, but my parents had him put to sleep just before we moved house, as they thought to would be too old to settle.
I was broken hearted, and didn't speak to them for weeks. :-(

I had a jointed teddy one year and named him Fredbear and he growled when you laid him down on his back and when he was picked up again. He was filled with what looked like wood shaving (but not really sure what it really was). Sadly he began to disintergrate years ago and he really was a threadbare Fredbear .

Of all the presents I had that bear was the best.

:-)

Sounds like my Threadbear Fred Bear mentioned on earlier posting. Description could be a twin for mine. He is a Pedigree bear who has seen better days as he has been well loved. Grunts more than growls now though.

I have been making up a folder of my own personal treasures and have found my letter from Santa claus Greenland Denmark Christmas 1951.

He was thanking me for remembering to write to an old friend who lives in a big country covered in snow called Denmark etc etc

He goes on to say that the World is very poor at the moment so not to be too disappointed if I dont get all the things I want

Couldn't ever throw that away somehow.

:-D