Felicia and I are so excited to start the Here Comes Santa Claus Blog Party today! We also want to thank you for taking the time to participate during the next couple of weeks. Here on Jolly Mom, I have already started my Holiday Gift Guide and I can't wait to continue to share with you new gift ideas to get your holiday shopping started! Of course, more than anything, both Felicia and I realize that although gifts are a lot of fun, the true spirit of Christmas is not about that at all. It is about making memories, friends, family, and spending time with our loved ones.

In honor of the spirit of Christmas memories Felicia and I are going to share one of our favorite Christmas memories and are offering YOU extra entries on all giveaways during the blog party for blogging about YOUR favorite Christmas memories!

Here's How to Gain 3 Extra Entries on all of the Here Comes Santa Claus Giveaways:
1. Blog about your favorite Christmas Memory
2. Make sure to link to www.gograhamgo.com and www.jollymom.com
3. Come back here and leave a comment with the link to your post
4. Enter "Christmas Memory" as your extra entry comment on the giveaways (make sure to leave it three separate times).


I have so many favorite Christmas memories, but here is one that stands out at the moment. If you have been following my blog for a while, you probably know that I am Hispanic--born in Uruguay. We actually celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve or what we call--Noche Buena. My mom always went the extra mile to make sure that Christmas was amazing. Magical. Anyhow, believe it or not--we always opened our gifts at midnight. When the clock struck 12, there would always be a bell that would start to ring somewhere in the house. My brothers and I would start to look for the bell--knowing that finding the bell meant finding our gifts from Santa. Sometimes the gifts were with the bell, sometimes they weren't, but a clue was left letting us know where to look. Over the years, the gifts popped up everywhere you can imagine--in closets, garage, on the roof {yes--the roof LOL}, even at a neighbor's house.

The time that I remember the most is one year when I was about 5 or 6 years old, "Santa" brought me about 20 dolls. No joke. I found the bell along with a huge pile of presents that had been stacked to resemble the shape of a Christmas tree. As a little girl, I remember feeling like I had walked right into the Santa's Workshop. I could not believe my eyes. Package after package was a doll that I wanted. Rainbow Brite. Strawberry Shortcake. Barbie. It was amazing. What's even more amazing is that my mother must have started shopping at the beginning of the year to be able to afford all of that.