What was your best childhood christmas present ever? :D

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I'm torn between a wig I got one year and a set of glitter fun wombles I got another year :)

I think age 8/9 was peak excitement for me at Christmas and I think that is mainly the pressies I remember. Other pretty good hits were:

An emu puppet
a big bear with tartan legs and elastic on its feet that you could hook through your own feet so you could dance with it
A bed for a barbie type doll made out a shoe box
A weebles playground set
a small lego set (just mixed bricks etc)

i too awlways wanted a mr frosty... allways.. i borrowed my mums phone the other day to look something up and found she had been looking at them on ebay... they where going for a stupied amount so i dont expect5 to get one... but the fact she was even looking really made me smile lol.

i cant remeber much from my childhood, but i remeber getting a furby the first time they went around and screaming and running around.

that ended up on the roof of our house via my skylight ..as it would not shut up and even rain couldnt kill it!

i remeber a bad present to,

my mum had excitedly handed me a present, proudly saying she had asked in hmv what a 13 year old girl would like... they handed her the best hits of freddi mercury......
she was so excited giving it to me i couldnt not play excited to but thought in my head " that fucking shop worker is prob laughing his head off right now"

though she made it up with the following year with an offspring alumb to go with an mp3 player :D

1984 I was 12 I only asked for one thing a carebear really wanted tenderheart but got grumpy however I cried loads as I was sooo happy my dad finished work early on xmas eve espically to go and get one on this way home from work

I still have it

You can tell the age generation by gifts here.

I still have my Stylophone along with the Rolf Harris song book, though probably best not to dwell on that.

My top presents over my childhood were :

Sindy three storey house
Sindy electronic cooker - put a pan of water on and it bubbled, change it to a frying pan of sausages and it sizzled! rotisserie chicken anyone?
Holly Hobbie Secret House
Tring-a-ling Trudy doll
Girls World.

Strangely enough I am not in the least bit girly.

My Sindy furniture, and the music player that went with it "What will Sindy do next, what will Sindy do..?"

No one else can remember these, but I loved it

Best ever was when I was 5 or 6 - my best friend had recently had a birthday and was given a beautiful doll and pram and I was beyond envious.

My mum was a single parent and had gently warned me not to expect too much but I hoped and prayed every night that Father Christmas would bring me this beautiful doll.

I remember opening the door to the living room that Christmas morning and being in utter shock to find not only the most beautiful doll but a pram and a crib too. I cried and cried and my mum cried too. Oh, it was all so beautiful.

I still have my doll. Her name is Susannah. I can no longer drag a brush through her hair, her ears have been pierced and her two front teeth have long since gone but she is still perfect to me and DS plays with her now.

I so wanted a cindy or barbie I tbought I got one one year I unwarpped the box I opened it and it was a set of three knickers my aunt had reused the box later that day I shred a tear or two my mum was not impressed and later heard raised voices my mum was on the phone to said aunty and told if you do reuse the box at least cross the bloody oringal thing out you stuipd women !!!

And she reminds me of my lovely, lovely mum who passed away when I was ten.

I can't remember, but I do remember my db getting all the best presents like a Raleigh racing bike, Spectrum computer, and other big gifts. I got nothing of the sort, and he'd complain that that was the crappest Xmas ever. But that would explain why he still lives at home at the grand old age of 40

That's lovely Ralph, she sounds like a very special person.

Kitten. By a country mile.

I had wanted a kitten since I was tiny, asked for every birthday and Christmas. When I was about 9 we ended up getting a friend's cat to look after (they were going overseas) but we lived fairly near a busy road and the first time she went out... well...

Dad decided I should have one for Christmas. Cats do not have kittens at Christmas. Unless they are ludicrously overbred pedigree Peke Persians. He paid actual money for the kitten and (my Mum was furious, cat home kinda lady).

She was kept in my older brother's room for a week, I had absolutely no idea (not allowed in Big Brother's room). At the very last moment he popped her in her favourite shoe box and presented it to me. I opened it up and this haughty, minuscule thing with a flat face and huge yellow eyes was glaring at me. I think I cried for about 10 minutes.

She was an awesome cat - totally ruled the roost, superb mouser and the warmest thing you could imagine on a cold night. I taught her to sit on my arm a la Blofeld and used to wander around going, "No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die". She lived for 14 years which I gather is relatively unusual for Peke Persians.

My dad is a very bluff farmer so this was all massively out of character for him. When people came round to find an arrogant, overbred kitty in the kitchen staring at them it caused massive cognitive dissonance

Playmobil Victorian town house - hands down best present I ever got.

Ooh and a Spirograph

Ooooh and an ELC fold away post office

In case anyone read my rambling cat story, she looked identical to this www.pictures-of-cats.org/images/flat-faced-persian-cat-21349094.jpg

God knows what he was thinking.

What a nice thread. You can see how old some of us are - some of you remember presents that I bought for my (grown up) daughter.

My clearest memory of a fab Christmas is when I was almost nine. We stayed at my lovely Granny's house, and I had a new Action Girl and an Action Man horse to ride her on.

I loved my collection of Action Girls, who were waaay cooler than Sindy or Tressy, and this one was particularly pretty, so I named her Debbie. Mum couldn't get a horse for her, so got me the boys one which I adored and i called him Black Beauty.

And, to add to my joy, I was given by someone, a colour in cardboard dolls house and a huge felt pen set. The house itself was big, bigger than my real dolls house, and the pleasure of colouring all the walls and pictures of furniture, plus fitting it all together, was fantastic. Kept me quiet all evening

When my Granny died, my Mum split up her photo albums, and I got the one with the pictures of that very happy Christmas in it.

I remember one year me & my brother got a new toybox in the shape of a house, we unwrapped it and opened it and it was filled with more wrapped presents!

You know, it's really weird but I can't really remember much about the presents I received at Christmas as a child - my memories are all of my family and the time we spent together.

That's a lesson for me really, when I'm wondering if the DC's gift piles are big enough...

A little duck bracelet bought for me by my brother. It was the first time he'd bought me a present out of his pocket money, chosen it himself and wrapped it himself. He was 7, I was 4.

A recorder. My dd has it now.

An umbrella and a scarf one year. I was about 10. I still have the scarf. I wore it in bed for 3 weeks after Christmas, refused to remove it.

I didn't believe in FC either but I can still remember the excitement of waking up to a stocking and feeling the weight of it on my legs in bed. I loved Christmas fiercely. We had no money and presents were generally small. Brilliant though. Every single one of them given with love.

I also adored the selection box my dad bought every year, particularly back when it was a stocking in a net. He always wanted one as a child and never got one so we had one every year. Still do and I'm 32 now. He buys them for the grandchildren too.

Some that I remember:

A very early personal stereo (we called it a PS rather than a Walkman for some reason), the front of which fell off almost immediately and had to be held on with elastic bands for the rest of its life.

A big cuddly Care Bear (think it was Funshine Bear)

A Barbie (the only one I ever had, we were a Sindy family) with a massive meringue dress

The Animals Of Farthing Wood books which I became a bit obsessed with

Later on, when I was an NME-reading teenager I used to give my parents a list of obscure CDs which in the pre-internet days they no doubt went to a lot of trouble tracking down. My parents in an attempt to be hip would then insist on said CD being played for everyone to hear, I remember one year I'd asked for Can's 'Tago Mago' and everyone agreed that perhaps one track was enough

I love that cat story, that is lovely. I asked for a cat most of my childhood as well. I arrived home from school one day to a kitten at my Grandmother's house who was brought for me as a surprise, that was brilliant.

My favourite Christmas gifts were:
Ballet slippers, when I was very small, young enough to really believe in Father Christmas.
A Barbie camping set with a million tiny pieces that had been set up ready for me. I didn't want to open anything else.
A Cassie doll dressed as a horse rider.
A plastic horse that I can't remember properly so I must have been young. I remember holding it and thinking it was so pretty and playing with the mane but I can't remember exactly what it looked like.
A ballerina Barbie doll.

I had wonderful Christmases going up and was always so excited by my gifts.

Aww it's lovely hearing all the nice Christmas memory stories and the much coveted gifts that were either received or still longed for.

My mum and Dad were from an even larger & poorer families than we were which is why despite the lack of cash, we had some really well thought out gifts. I also remember getting a small record player that looked like a vanity case - it was 2nd hand, but I didn't care :)

Anyway, my mum told us once when we were grown up that she'd always wanted a dolls house as a child - my sister and I clubbed together and bought a kit house, built it and decorated it and bought bits of furniture for it and presented it to her once Christmas morning - we snuck into the house on Christmas night (we'd moved out by this point) and left it under the tree from ....she was overjoyed - she eventually donated it to her grandchildren but we loved giving her her childhood wish :)

left it under the tree from Santa!

Baby shivers. I remember my cousin and I opened them at the same time - my grandfather had bought us both one - and both shouting, "BABY SHIVERS!" at the tops of our voices. It was a horribly doll, actually, but we loved it then

That, and a stage the same grandfather made me for my Jem dolls. It had microphones made out of knitting needles, and shiny wrapping paper as a backdrop, and a space under the stage where I could slide my cassette player. Then I could play the Jem tape and it was like they were really singing! I was the envy of my whole school with that one.

A my little pony dream castle

Oh how I wanted one, I dreamt of that castle and on Christmas morning there it was -still in its box!

I think it came in about a million pieces and my dad spent what felt like all morning putting it together while I waited patiently not to play with it!

A climbing frame that we woke up to covered in snow. Dad built it in the cold and dark. Great photos from that day.

My own hair dryer. And a set of curling tongs with different attachments, spirals, zigzags...