Christmas in a big family is always fun! I remember the excitement of just being a kid at Christmas. I remember little things like laying my empty stocking on the foot of my bed and having the hardest time going to sleep so “Santa” could come. There were a few years I could’ve SWORN I heard Santa and his reindeer on the roof of our house. Somehow, I always fell asleep in time for “Santa” to replace my empty stocking with one that was filled to the brim with goodies. The usual staples were an orange and an apple and some nuts and hard candy. But, there were always items that were specially hand-picked for me!
One Christmas I remember sneaking down the stairs to try to catch Santa. As I peered around the corner all I saw was our Christmas tree with mounds of gifts underneath. Can you imagine trying to buy gifts for eleven children???
My parents always found a way to make Christmas special. I’ve shared before about all the hard work my Dad did restoring bikes, trikes, and pedal cars – they looked brand new each year.
Check out Suz’s (#3) pants!! Can you say 1970s? Just LOOK at all the gifts spilling out from under the tree!
A little Christmas madness. I believe that’s me in the front with my back to the camera. (Correct me if I’m wrong, Sharon #9.) I vaguely remember that pink outfit I wore with white shoes. Because who doesn’t wear a pink outfit and white shoes for Christmas? (Remember, this was southern California.)
Now that we’re all grown, Christmas at the Goulet house is still pretty lively. Eight of us live within an hour of my parents. Dennis #5 and Kristin #11 live within four hours of my parents. And my oldest sister, Cathy #1, lives in Washington State. So, we usually have a pretty large crowd with LOTS of kids.
I really don’t know what it would be like to be from a small family, but I can honestly say, I wouldn’t have it any other way!!