With just 32 more days to go before Christmas, I thought it might be fun to talk 'prezzies'.
What's the best Christmas present you've EVER been given, and why?
And/or what's the best Christmas present you've EVER seen someone else given, and why?
@*pepe wrote:my best and most treasured pressies are those handprints done in a saucer of plaster given to me by my kids in their kinder year.
i still have mine that i gave my mum when i was in kinder.
Yep 
The best Christmas ever was when my husband asked me to marry him on Christmas day over 30 years ago now.
The really best part is, we still celebrate it together and have every Christmas as a special one, as well as our wedding anniversary on July 1st ..... 
The best Christmas present I was ever given came along with the first pushbike I'd ever owned or ridden, a Malvern Star that my dad gave me when I was nine years old. My best ever present wasn't the bike itself though, it was the memories that came with it from that day.
We were opening prezzies around the tree, Dad gave both my older brother and I each a small present to unwrap, they were identical & we both sat there looking at the weird looking cylindrical metal contraption with a bracket attached & a small round wheel type thing on one end, not knowing what on earth they were.
After my brother asked, Dad told us they were power generators that go on a bicycle. Thinking that adults were all just big dumbies, I said "That's great Dad, but we don't have bike's", Dad just smiled and said nothing. My brother & I sat there for the next couple of minutes looking back and forth between each other & our power generators. Then all of a sudden a light bulb seemed to go on in my brother's head and he jumped up yelling "You got us bikes, you got us bikes !! Where are they? !!" Dad just laughed and said "You'll have to find them."
I was like grease lightning, easily beating my brother out the door, & at full sprint I made a B-line for the car shed (an old converted barn & piggery raised eight foot off the ground with an earthen drive/ramp leading up to it). Sure enough, there inside the shed I spotted two shiny new Malvern Star bikes, one blue & one green, sitting upright on their kick stands. They both had bows tied to them and a tag attached, I checked the blue one first & it had my name on the tag, I was too excited to speak. I took hold of the bike and carefully started wheeling it to the shed door.
That's when my brother finally caught up and shoved me bodily out of the way, causing me and my new bike to fall over, with me falling on top of the bike. He laughed at me flailing about on top of my prone bike and said ""Haha you don't even know how to ride a bike, I don't know why Dad even gave you one." I had just managed to pick myself and my new bike back up as my brother came by wheeling his green bike to the shed door.
Being the 'expert' cyclist that he was my brother started carefully preparing to mount his bike at the top of the steep drive/ramp leading from the shed. Not to be outdone I took a couple of fast steps and flung myself up onto my bike just as I'd seen others do previously. It was just then as my bike and I started to gather momentum coming down off the top of the ramp that I realized I didn't know what to do next. It didn't help that the bike was way to big for me (it was only one size down from adult size), and I was struggling to find the pedals with my feet.
In the blink of an eye my bike and I were totalling out of control careening down the ramp and had started heading sideways to my left. It was at that moment my brother on his green bike came hurtling down the left-hand side of the ramp. There was nothing I could do about it, and I ran sideways into him as he was passing by. I ricocheted off my brother and having had my forward momentum almost completely stopped by the impact I then found myself and my bike slowly wobbling down the middle of the ramp, but starting to gather speed again thanks to gravity.
At the same time my brother let out an almighty scream and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimps of he and his bike as they speared off the steep side of the ramp and cannoned into one of Dad's peach trees that were growing alongside the drive. As it turned out my brothers bike hit the tree square on, badly buckling the front wheel, whilst my brother got hung up in the branches and was left bruised, scratched, and bleeding.
I managed to come to a stop by jumping off my bike as it started to fall sideways at the bottom of the drive, leaving me on my feet as my bike fell down beside me. I immediately picked it back up and turned to my brother and his tangled mess of a bike in the peach tree and yelled "Haha, now who can't ride a bike?" I think my brother probably got just as many scratches as he came tearing out of the tree intent on murdering me, as what he had got from ploughing into it. I quickly took off running alongside my bike, and ran by our dad who had just arrived at the bottom of the drive in time to witness what had happened. He was in tears from laughing too hard. I made it across the cattle grid at the entrance to the yard and onto the road out front. Whilst still in a run & with my brother chasing me, but starting to fall well behind (he was fat & slow), I jumped back onto my bike and very quickly figured out how to ride it.
My best present EVER wasn't the bike my dad gave me, it was the look on my brothers face after I yelled at him "Haha, now who can't ride a bike?"... simply priceless.
@tasfleur wrote:The best Christmas ever was when my husband asked me to marry him on Christmas day over 30 years ago now.
The really best part is, we still celebrate it together and have every Christmas as a special one, as well as our wedding anniversary on July 1st .....
Go Tas.
I have been married 26 years.
My OH has remembered 2 Anniversaries.
AND they were not consecutive - 2nd & 8th.
