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.
A nice winter nostalgia - heating my toes back up after playing outside! I've always loved being outdoors so I would come in after adventures and warm my body up with a cozy blanket and a hot drink, but my toes always take so long! So I always feel nostalgic when I put cold winter toes in fuzzy socks or near a fireplace and feel the warmth slowly return.
when I was little I wanted the kanani american girl doll, but in our family you had to wait til you were 8. when I was 10 years old (already with my first american girl doll under my belt) my mom reminded me just how much I had wanted the Kanani doll, but I knew there was no way I could get it since they no longer made it! she told me to ask Santa and under the tree on Christmas day was my Kanani american girl doll. turns out the year I wanted it when I was little my mom had bought it and saved it for when I was older! moms really make christmas MAGICAL! 🫶🏻
When I was 8 l got my own alarm clock for the first time and was so excited to use it to set my alarm for Christmas morning.
Instead of it waking me up at 8am it woke me up at 4am - so I did what any kid would do at 4am on Christmas day... I walked downstairs, stared at the tree, tried to guess which presents were mine, watched Christmas movies, and inevitably fell back asleep until everyone else was awake. It turned into a yearly tradition to intentionally wake up that early to enjoy the quiet excitement of the holiday❄️🎄
My favorite nostalgic winter memory as a kiddo was barely being able to sleep a wink before Christmas! I had so much anticipation and excitement for what gifts would be under the tree when I woke up 🎄❤️
My favorite Winter memory is trying all season long to make a Snowman with my friend! Every year, we get to be adults who are excited for a snow day, texting and plotting plans to dart outside during the work day to make a Snowman together!
My favorite nostalgic winter memory is decorating my granny’s Christmas tree every year with my cousins. We still decorate a tree at her house together when we are all in town for Thanksgiving!
gosh i love this + these punch cards are everything!!
my favorite nostalgic memory of winter is the first christmas i spent in new york. i grew up in los angeles, in very warm, sunny christmases. but the first time i was in the cold for the season, i felt all the beauty & truth in all of the songs. but what i always think of is the first time i was out in my coat, freezing and shivering, just to feel the warmth of stepping into a cozy, comforting restaurant. congratulations on 28k!!
My favorite winter memory is making pine cone bird feeders with my dad! We would tie strings around pine cones, cover them in peanut butter, dip them in bird seed, and hang them on the trees. We would always do this before snow and it was so fun to watch for the birds out the window!
Congrats on 28k! What a delightful magazine you’ve created. Favorite nostalgic winter memory: I grew up on a lake and my siblings and I would make little houses on the ice, shoveling paths to make rooms and snow couches and snow tvs!! And then we would come inside to drink hot cocoa.
Favorite tradition from growing up - Christmas Eve dinner at a local Chinese buffet! An accidental tradition that has grown to include 10+ families in our community and their kids and new babies and just a silly joyful time!
First, I love your SubStack! It is one of my favorites to read every week. I also love winter, and have so many wonderful memories. I think one of my favorites is the year my son was early elementary age, and we had a big snow (we don’t get a lot of snow, so this was a treat)! We sled down a pond levy all afternoon until we actually broke the sled. I can still hear him say, “Let’s do it again!” as we ran up the hill. It’s one of my favorite memories!
Winter time is my favorite season! I always enjoy being wrapped in the fluffiest blanket with a cup of tea watching the snow fall. Especially at night as the snow turns the night into a mirage of purples!
My favorite winter memory is of the time I went sledding at my grandma’s house and my cousin forgot her snow pants. She borrowed mine while I wore my mom’s, which were a bit big. My mom tried to help, gathering extra material in the back with a rubber band. My little brother pointed and started calling me bunny because of my rubberbanded tail! I was so mad but everybody laughed and laughed until I gave in and we all laughed together.
You always manage to make me feel inspired even on my grumpiest of days! I lived in upstate New York as a child, where the snow accumulated considerably. We lived at the top of a GIANT hill that was perfect for sledding, but my siblings and I also would snowshoe around the property — which was very difficult to do with such small legs — with my dad leading the way and our chocolate lab excitedly diving into the several-feet-deep snowbanks. We’d return home, exhausted but invigorated, cheeks flushed, and have hot chocolate with marshmallows that our mom prepared for us while we were out adventuring. On gloomy gray winter days as an adult, I look back fondly on those memories when everything felt like magic!
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.
Winter nostalgia: slowly savoring the one large marshmallow we got in our hot chocolate cups after helping (watching) mom shovel the driveway.
Love the zine, especially in Winter!
A nice winter nostalgia - heating my toes back up after playing outside! I've always loved being outdoors so I would come in after adventures and warm my body up with a cozy blanket and a hot drink, but my toes always take so long! So I always feel nostalgic when I put cold winter toes in fuzzy socks or near a fireplace and feel the warmth slowly return.
when I was little I wanted the kanani american girl doll, but in our family you had to wait til you were 8. when I was 10 years old (already with my first american girl doll under my belt) my mom reminded me just how much I had wanted the Kanani doll, but I knew there was no way I could get it since they no longer made it! she told me to ask Santa and under the tree on Christmas day was my Kanani american girl doll. turns out the year I wanted it when I was little my mom had bought it and saved it for when I was older! moms really make christmas MAGICAL! 🫶🏻
When I was 8 l got my own alarm clock for the first time and was so excited to use it to set my alarm for Christmas morning.
Instead of it waking me up at 8am it woke me up at 4am - so I did what any kid would do at 4am on Christmas day... I walked downstairs, stared at the tree, tried to guess which presents were mine, watched Christmas movies, and inevitably fell back asleep until everyone else was awake. It turned into a yearly tradition to intentionally wake up that early to enjoy the quiet excitement of the holiday❄️🎄
My favorite nostalgic winter memory as a kiddo was barely being able to sleep a wink before Christmas! I had so much anticipation and excitement for what gifts would be under the tree when I woke up 🎄❤️
My favorite Winter memory is trying all season long to make a Snowman with my friend! Every year, we get to be adults who are excited for a snow day, texting and plotting plans to dart outside during the work day to make a Snowman together!
I’m sooo excited about these punch cards!
My favorite nostalgic winter memory is decorating my granny’s Christmas tree every year with my cousins. We still decorate a tree at her house together when we are all in town for Thanksgiving!
gosh i love this + these punch cards are everything!!
my favorite nostalgic memory of winter is the first christmas i spent in new york. i grew up in los angeles, in very warm, sunny christmases. but the first time i was in the cold for the season, i felt all the beauty & truth in all of the songs. but what i always think of is the first time i was out in my coat, freezing and shivering, just to feel the warmth of stepping into a cozy, comforting restaurant. congratulations on 28k!!
My favorite winter memory is making pine cone bird feeders with my dad! We would tie strings around pine cones, cover them in peanut butter, dip them in bird seed, and hang them on the trees. We would always do this before snow and it was so fun to watch for the birds out the window!
Congrats on 28k! What a delightful magazine you’ve created. Favorite nostalgic winter memory: I grew up on a lake and my siblings and I would make little houses on the ice, shoveling paths to make rooms and snow couches and snow tvs!! And then we would come inside to drink hot cocoa.
Favorite tradition from growing up - Christmas Eve dinner at a local Chinese buffet! An accidental tradition that has grown to include 10+ families in our community and their kids and new babies and just a silly joyful time!
First, I love your SubStack! It is one of my favorites to read every week. I also love winter, and have so many wonderful memories. I think one of my favorites is the year my son was early elementary age, and we had a big snow (we don’t get a lot of snow, so this was a treat)! We sled down a pond levy all afternoon until we actually broke the sled. I can still hear him say, “Let’s do it again!” as we ran up the hill. It’s one of my favorite memories!
Winter time is my favorite season! I always enjoy being wrapped in the fluffiest blanket with a cup of tea watching the snow fall. Especially at night as the snow turns the night into a mirage of purples!
My favorite winter memory is of the time I went sledding at my grandma’s house and my cousin forgot her snow pants. She borrowed mine while I wore my mom’s, which were a bit big. My mom tried to help, gathering extra material in the back with a rubber band. My little brother pointed and started calling me bunny because of my rubberbanded tail! I was so mad but everybody laughed and laughed until I gave in and we all laughed together.
You always manage to make me feel inspired even on my grumpiest of days! I lived in upstate New York as a child, where the snow accumulated considerably. We lived at the top of a GIANT hill that was perfect for sledding, but my siblings and I also would snowshoe around the property — which was very difficult to do with such small legs — with my dad leading the way and our chocolate lab excitedly diving into the several-feet-deep snowbanks. We’d return home, exhausted but invigorated, cheeks flushed, and have hot chocolate with marshmallows that our mom prepared for us while we were out adventuring. On gloomy gray winter days as an adult, I look back fondly on those memories when everything felt like magic!