Comments on: They might be faulty, but they're my memories

By: carol

carol — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:38:14 +0000

i was watching with my son is is now 33 years old and he was under 5 years old at the time santa’s pants fell down. what a suprise ending to begin the christmas season.

By: Robin

Robin — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 15:47:48 +0000

OMG, that is too funny. I’m with your Gran, I’d have laughed until I cried too.

Happy holiday my friend. Hope the stuffing was terrific.

By: michelle h

michelle h — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 03:43:23 +0000

I so remember Santas pants fall down. My mom remebers it also.

Every year we say I wonder if Santa ‘s pants will fall down this year

By: melissaz

melissaz — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 03:43:07 +0000

I did the crock pot stuffing for the first time this year. I’ll never bake it again! It was soooo awesome!

By: RC

RC — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 18:05:08 +0000

Very funny memory! Good to know there were wardrobe malfunctions even back then…

By: denise@EatPlayLove

denise@EatPlayLove — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 17:55:00 +0000

LOL! I don’t remember that one and I have methodically watch the parade every year. I mean it’s a New York thing, why miss it!

Hope you have a lovely day. Oh and I might need that crock pot stuffing recipe, sounds delightful.

By: michelle

michelle — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 17:01:54 +0000

Happy Thanksgiving!

By: Christina Shaver

Christina Shaver — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 16:01:55 +0000

Evan picked up the beginning of the parade today… and he’s hooked! Love that thing. Happy Thanksgiving!

By: Shawna

Shawna — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 07:35:53 +0000

Okay, I’m a REALLY good googler and this was too funny to be this hard to find! I can’t find an article but it definitely happened in 79 (or 78?) as santa walked towards macy’s after getting off the float. Thanksgiving is by far my favorite holiday, and it’s the main reason I look forward to the seasons changing. It sure makes great memories.

By: Dawn on MDI

Dawn on MDI — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 05:29:25 +0000

I still call my first aunt/mother-in-law to wish her a happy Thanksgiving. Only now she’s gone. But there is a fun twist to this story. for many years, I would call, but get the phone number exchange just one digit wrong and call some woman across town instead of across the state. One town was 872 and the other was 892. Oops. Well, the lady who answered was a sport, we wished each other happy holidays and I dialed more carefully the next time. Then came Christmas. Same thing. We laughed and again I dialed more carefully. Then came Easter, and Mother’s Day and then Thanksgiving again. Yep, every time I call the wrong woman. Every time we laugh and share news and wish each other well. Last year, my ex had not told me that her aunt had died over the summer, so I could not get through. I spoke with the other woman though, and that was nice. At Christmastime learned of her death. It was sad, but I still call the other woman. We’re old friends now. Never met, but old friends just the same. After all, we’ve been chatting several times a year for something like a decade. I look forward to calling her tomorrow morning after the turkey is in the oven and I am having my first civilized cup of coffee. Happy holiday to you out there in the mountains!