My favorite/nostalgic winter memory: I grew up in an area where it rarely snowed on Christmas. One year, my little sister wished for a white Christmas (she wrote to Santa clause asking for just this). We woke up Christmas morning to our front yard and driveway under a 6 inches of snow. None of our neighbors got any- just us. It was magic! We spent all day building snowmen and making snow angels. When we got older we learned that our dad had made multiple trips to the local ice rink late the night before. Shoveling the leftover shavings from the rink into the bed of his old Ford pick up and spreading them outside our house. I will always cherish this memory and the love and creativity that went into that gift.
I discovered you today and what a treat! These whimsical punch cards are just the thing I need to remind myself to do fun things. Thank you for what you do.
My favorite winter memory is out of the ordinary. My husband and I had recently moved to South Africa. What we would have usually assumed was “winter”, December, was actually high summer. So for us that December (“winter”) was celebrated gifting each other scuba diving gear. We spent Christmas Day scuba diving in our rented back yard pool. Great “winter” memory!
My favorite winter memory is a classic, and i will treasure it forever. Christmas time for me always began the moment i rang the doorbell after school, note and checks bright red, tiny droplets trapped in my hair, and my grandma welcomed me home with a warm hug. When she let go and I found flour paintings on my wet jacket, looked back at her, smiling widely and clothed in her self-sewn red and white apron, I could practically hear the sleigh bells ringing. I would race to her kitchen and find a bowl of pale dough, smelling of butter, sugar and most importantly, anise.
My favorite. She would hand me the utensils and one by one, I piped the soon to be cookies on the lined tray, sneaking in spoonfuls of the mixture that I just had to devour on the spot. My grandma pretended that she didn't notice. You can picture the rest- watching the treats rise in the oven, then sitting on the couch with a box of them, filled to the brim, a mug of hot cocoa in my hands, snuggling with my grandparents.
my favorite winter memory was of my first white christmas. i used to live in place that never snowed, or even got remotely cold or winter-y. for my whole early childhood i had balmy, palm tree filled christmases, which never felt quite right.
when my family moved north to the place we live now, i was absolutely astonished. i was feeling really down and confused by the move and leaving everything i had known for so long. but driving up to my new home in the snow on christmas eve, car tires crunching on the crispy powder, i was taken away by the winter wonderland all around. towering pine trees, limbs bowing closer to the sparkling snowy earth as the boughs supported the weight of thick fluffy snow. first stepping out of the car, i still remember the magical silence of the scene. the snow muffling the rush of the outside world and showing off its incredible beauty. as it grew late, the clock struck midnight, passing into the next day- christmas day. my family and i looked out the windows of our new home and it was snowing, magical. the next morning when i woke up in a strange room that would soon be the one i would wake up in everyday, i saw a winter wonderland. a perfect new start and a perfect white christmas. this is definitely my favorite winter memory. 🩵❄️🤍
My favorite winter memory/tradition is bundling up with my family and piling into our minivan with hot chocolate to drive around and look at Christmas lights. I'm flying home for the holidays this year and can't wait to do it again 🥰
Favorite winter memory: sometimes we would have such big snow storms that we would spend the whole snow day shoveling the driveway and then once we had all the snow in a big pile in the yard, my brother and i would build elaborate snow forts and tunnels to crawl around inside. To childhood me, it felt like we had just handcrafted our own magical hideout.
nostalgic winter memory: the last day before winter break when you weren't doing schoolwork, just watching the Polar Express in class and making arts and crafts. You got early dismissal from school and go to the mall with your mom to finish Christmas shopping then come home and make hot cocoa on the stove.
Favorite winter memory: Once or twice, the snow fell at the perfect consistency to stick to brick. I had the TIME of my life trying to cover our wall completely in snow.
My favorite winter nostalgic memory is the snow days. In the early 90s/2000s, the entire neighborhood would come out for snow days and all the neighborhood children would share sleds. We'd play until the cold would seep into our bones and then eagerly go inside, with my mother making a hot soup and hot chocolate for lunch. I'd rest my exhausted limbs and then spend the evening reading, watching the snow fall.
My favorite winter memory is visiting the golf course by my grandma’s house to drive through the light display! Something about passing through archways slowly while listening to tunes and drinking cocoa in the car is so magical ✨
My nostalgic memory is when it snowed so much in 1993 in Pennsylvania that the state route by my house was closed and we had such peaceful times in the silence.
My favorite/nostalgic winter memory: I grew up in an area where it rarely snowed on Christmas. One year, my little sister wished for a white Christmas (she wrote to Santa clause asking for just this). We woke up Christmas morning to our front yard and driveway under a 6 inches of snow. None of our neighbors got any- just us. It was magic! We spent all day building snowmen and making snow angels. When we got older we learned that our dad had made multiple trips to the local ice rink late the night before. Shoveling the leftover shavings from the rink into the bed of his old Ford pick up and spreading them outside our house. I will always cherish this memory and the love and creativity that went into that gift.
This is so beautiful. What an incredible story of fatherhood. He made the magic for you!
I discovered you today and what a treat! These whimsical punch cards are just the thing I need to remind myself to do fun things. Thank you for what you do.
Oh my gosh I love these so much! Thank you for this!
Winter nostalgia: slowly savoring the one large marshmallow we got in our hot chocolate cups after helping (watching) mom shovel the driveway.
Peak winter experience. How wonderful!
My favorite winter memory is out of the ordinary. My husband and I had recently moved to South Africa. What we would have usually assumed was “winter”, December, was actually high summer. So for us that December (“winter”) was celebrated gifting each other scuba diving gear. We spent Christmas Day scuba diving in our rented back yard pool. Great “winter” memory!
My favorite winter memory is a classic, and i will treasure it forever. Christmas time for me always began the moment i rang the doorbell after school, note and checks bright red, tiny droplets trapped in my hair, and my grandma welcomed me home with a warm hug. When she let go and I found flour paintings on my wet jacket, looked back at her, smiling widely and clothed in her self-sewn red and white apron, I could practically hear the sleigh bells ringing. I would race to her kitchen and find a bowl of pale dough, smelling of butter, sugar and most importantly, anise.
My favorite. She would hand me the utensils and one by one, I piped the soon to be cookies on the lined tray, sneaking in spoonfuls of the mixture that I just had to devour on the spot. My grandma pretended that she didn't notice. You can picture the rest- watching the treats rise in the oven, then sitting on the couch with a box of them, filled to the brim, a mug of hot cocoa in my hands, snuggling with my grandparents.
These moments are forever locked inside my heart.
You know it, complete shutdown. In other words, kid bliss!
My favourite winter memory: When I lived in Philadelphia, I went ice skating every year on New Year's Day. It was my own mini tradition.
That sounds like the perfect New Year's Day!
my favorite winter memory was of my first white christmas. i used to live in place that never snowed, or even got remotely cold or winter-y. for my whole early childhood i had balmy, palm tree filled christmases, which never felt quite right.
when my family moved north to the place we live now, i was absolutely astonished. i was feeling really down and confused by the move and leaving everything i had known for so long. but driving up to my new home in the snow on christmas eve, car tires crunching on the crispy powder, i was taken away by the winter wonderland all around. towering pine trees, limbs bowing closer to the sparkling snowy earth as the boughs supported the weight of thick fluffy snow. first stepping out of the car, i still remember the magical silence of the scene. the snow muffling the rush of the outside world and showing off its incredible beauty. as it grew late, the clock struck midnight, passing into the next day- christmas day. my family and i looked out the windows of our new home and it was snowing, magical. the next morning when i woke up in a strange room that would soon be the one i would wake up in everyday, i saw a winter wonderland. a perfect new start and a perfect white christmas. this is definitely my favorite winter memory. 🩵❄️🤍
What a gorgeous picture you painted. Love this memory.
thank you 😊
My favorite winter memory/tradition is bundling up with my family and piling into our minivan with hot chocolate to drive around and look at Christmas lights. I'm flying home for the holidays this year and can't wait to do it again 🥰
Oh have so much fun!
Favorite winter memory: sometimes we would have such big snow storms that we would spend the whole snow day shoveling the driveway and then once we had all the snow in a big pile in the yard, my brother and i would build elaborate snow forts and tunnels to crawl around inside. To childhood me, it felt like we had just handcrafted our own magical hideout.
Okay this is absolutely magical. Phineas and Ferb!
Omg i just got the giveaway notification in the midst of being overwhelmed with my busy week and it has totally made my day!! Thank you!!!
nostalgic winter memory: the last day before winter break when you weren't doing schoolwork, just watching the Polar Express in class and making arts and crafts. You got early dismissal from school and go to the mall with your mom to finish Christmas shopping then come home and make hot cocoa on the stove.
Yes. Yes. Yes to this.
Favorite winter memory: Once or twice, the snow fell at the perfect consistency to stick to brick. I had the TIME of my life trying to cover our wall completely in snow.
It's like ultimate Legos.
My favorite winter nostalgic memory is the snow days. In the early 90s/2000s, the entire neighborhood would come out for snow days and all the neighborhood children would share sleds. We'd play until the cold would seep into our bones and then eagerly go inside, with my mother making a hot soup and hot chocolate for lunch. I'd rest my exhausted limbs and then spend the evening reading, watching the snow fall.
This is so wonderful — I felt it as I read it.
My favorite winter memory is visiting the golf course by my grandma’s house to drive through the light display! Something about passing through archways slowly while listening to tunes and drinking cocoa in the car is so magical ✨
Pure magic!
My nostalgic memory is when it snowed so much in 1993 in Pennsylvania that the state route by my house was closed and we had such peaceful times in the silence.
I'm guessing no school either?!