This is actually going to sound kinda sad but bear with me 😅 My favourite holiday memory is my Dad’s last Christmas. He went all out that year, fully over the top with presents, spending all his Christmas bonus on gifts. Other than that it was a pretty ordinary Christmas, nothing particularly special happened, just the same Christmas Day routine. That being said I just remember us all being really happy. No one knew it would be his last Christmas but it’s a treasured memory for me as it’s the last Christmas that ever felt normal. Any way if you read this all through Happy Holidays 🖤
My favorite holiday memory would have to be when I was a young child me and my siblings woke up early probably at like 6am on Christmas eve to try to sneak and find all of our Christmas gifts we spent most of the morning searching and then finally I found a huge box wrapped and I was so excited I got all my siblings and they were like "open it, open it, open it" so I did and it was a PLAYSTATION we were all so happy and loud and my parents woke up and came downstairs and my mom was upset but she was laughing and she just looked so pretty and was so sweet about the whole thing. My mom unfortunately passed away 2 years ago and I haven't celebrated Christmas since, this year I'm going to try and I hope I can create new and happy memories with my family.
I loved going to my aunt & uncles house as a kid and having holiday sleepovers with my cousin and siblings
My favorite memory is last halloween when my wife and kids and i dressed up as wreck it ralph characters and had a great time together. Our first fault costumes.
My favorite holiday moment is from Halloween 5 years ago, we got a fog machine, decorated the front yard to be spooky and dressed up as zombies to hand out Halloween candy. The other thing is my roommates and I have started up a friendsgiving last year so we just invited all our friends for Thanksgiving and did all of the traditional food. We're definitely gonna continue for as many years as possible cause we love doing it!
My favorite Christmas memory is the time I spent with my friend's family in 2022. I'm Muslim so I don't celebrate it, but at the time I was really struggling mentally and was in a really depressed state. I was bed ridden for weeks, didn't go to class or eat. My friend as her family have always been caring, understanding and treated me like one of their own. They had invited me to their home a few days prior to celebrate Christmas with them, but I declined because I didn't want to intrude. It was around 6pm on Christmas eve when her Mum came to pick me up, physically forced me out of bed, made me shower and took me back to her house. I won't go into detail bc i'm already yapping but i spent both Christmas and the entire week with them. They were really caring and supportive and helped me get my shit together. Honestly one of the best weeks of my life till date, I will be celebrating Christmas with them again this year and every year after this InshaAllah.
My fave holiday memory was marrying my wife @Wytchie420_ on Halloween 🎃🥺 They're my perfect match and I'll never forget that day with them and I cherish every moment after 🖤🖤🖤
My favourite memory was Christmas day, around 6 or so years ago, parents and all siblings were there. It was a pretty standard day of opening presents, eating food, Harry Potter and other Christmas movies on the TV, laughing and having fun, but it was one of the last few times my family were all celebrating together so it will always be my favourite holiday memory 🤍
My favorite holiday would be the Day of the dead ik it may not seem like a holiday but its the day where i can pay my respects to my loved ones especially my grandma😭. My grandma raised me and did everything in her power to give me a good life but when she died i wasnt by her side but this holiday makes me feel close to her and feel her presence whenever i reminisce about our happy moments.
My favourite holiday memory, was a Christmas Celebration. That morning i woke up to my parents having bought me a rottweiler puppy, which proceeded to be the bestest dog for the next 14 years of her life. That's how we became a family of 4. Sadly, she's passed away now but i think of her every so often in a bittersweet way.
My favourite holiday memory is from Easter in my childhood. It's my favourite because it made me laugh so hard. I was old enough to know the Easter Bunny wasn't real, but my sister and brother still believed. I woke up Easter Sunday morning and opened my bedroom door to see that my Dad had printed (yes printed 😂) Easter Bunny Foot prints on bits of paper and left them around the house. Let's just say my siblings found out in an awkward way that the Easter Bunny was not real. That year he also left a huge ball of cotton wedged in a closed window and claimed it was the bunnys tail. My sister cried so hard because she was confused whether he was real or now tail-less due to our window. 😂 My Mum never let Dad handle a holiday ever again lol
One of my most memorable Hari Raya moments was when I was 15. The night before, the house was alive with excitement, my family baking cookies, hanging decorations, and sharing laughter. I could barely sleep, eager for the morning to come. When it did, we dressed in our new clothes and went to the mosque for prayers. I felt so connected to everyone there, praying together in unity. Afterward, we had a big breakfast with all my favourite dishes, and my grandmother shared stories of her past Hari Rayas. The best part of the day was when we visited an orphanage. My family always made sure to give back, and I’ll never forget the joy on the children's faces as we shared food and gifts. That moment, when we helped others, filled my heart with gratitude. It reminded me that Hari Raya is not just about celebrating, but about sharing love and kindness. That memory stays with me every year, showing me the true meaning of the holiday.
My holiday memories always included my friends..the only ones I got in my life..we always plan things beforehand, it's actually pretty funny cause most of them flopped..either 1 has troubles at home or other will have any other plans. But at the we will go out to a movie and lunch (the go to plan).. it's always been us 4people during the holidays. This is my first year without them..I miss them so much and bet they do it...but again we grow old and we get busy. It's wrecking when whole day together changes to mere hours of get to together..but the memories always help and heals.. literally everything we had is a memorable thing..us talking about crushes, stalking together and running,playing...I become a little child with them..as if they are healing a part of me.. Happie Holidays people<3
My favorite holiday memory would probably be the Valentine’s Day of this year (2024). My boyfriend at the time and I were spending it together at home because we had been “eating out” broke at the time. We were cuddling and watching a movie, high of course. It was just Moana and we were chowing on some homemade chocolate cake. He looked over at me and said, “Babe”. I replied, “hmm?” He then proceeded to propose to me whilst I had a mouthful of cake. In that moment, although I wasn’t proposed to in quite a way I imagined, I still felt so much joy and excitement to say yes. He kept it corny with Valentine’s Day at least for my sake. It made my entire week, and it most definitely will not be a day I’ll forget. (PS we’re married now)
During my holiday, I visited a serene hill station, where the crisp, cool air embraced me as I arrived amidst lush green valleys and towering peaks. The winding roads took me through quaint villages, and every corner offered breathtaking views of the landscape. I explored nature trails, enjoyed the peaceful sound of birds chirping, and savored local delicacies in cozy cafés. As the sun set, the sky transformed into a beautiful canvas of warm colors, and I felt a sense of calm and rejuvenation in this idyllic mountain retreat.
New Year’s Eve has always been a cherished tradition in our family. We believed in the saying: What you do during New Year’s Eve is what you’ll be doing for the rest of the year. So, we always made sure to celebrate it together as a family, surrounded by love, laughter, and hope for the year ahead. One memory that stands out is from when I was younger, during one of our most unforgettable New Year celebrations. My late grandmother had a special tradition that made the night magical—she would scatter coins around the house. For her, it symbolized welcoming luck, prosperity, and blessings into the coming year. That year, she asked me to help her. I remember the joy in her voice as she explained where to hide the coins, ensuring every corner of the house was touched with her belief in abundance. We laughed while tucking coins into the nooks and crannies, imagining how we’d “rediscover” them after the celebration. The next day, we’d gather the coins to save for the following year, as if passing on the luck we had created. Looking back, that night became even more special because it was one of my last bonding moments with her. The following year, she passed away due to illness, leaving behind not just the tradition but a piece of her spirit that continues to guide me. Even now, as I continue the tradition, I can still feel her presence. Every coin I scatter is a reminder of her love, her joy, and the beautiful legacy of hope she left behind. It’s a bittersweet memory—one that reminds me of the power of family, tradition, and cherishing the little moments that make life special. ❤️
Fav Holiday Memory ima pick one cause there's a bunch; the Halloween I went out dressed as a peacock. 🦚 My grandma had a friend who's peacock had shed it's feathers and she was able to gather a bunch up for me. I was younger at the time so my older cousin came over to help me hot-glue them onto a belt so they would stand up, did an extravagant makeup look on me for it, the whole getting ready was really a big bonding moment between us and other family who was helping. 🥹 once I went out trick or treating there was so many people asking for pictures and being very friendly and neighborly and I definitely got a big candy haul 🙂↕️ it was one of my last years going put trick or treating so it's a very fond memory, I've still got the feathers in a glass Vase after all these years
Question about Trivia Where will it take place? (Campus/pub/discord/fourms?) && Trivia answers go where? (Fourms/walls?) I appreciate the times being in advance 🙂↕️ I assume it would be like typical pub Trivia but just wanna double check
Hi! Good questions, thanks for asking. Where will it take place? (Campus/pub/discord/fourms?) Pub Trivia answers go where? (Fourms/walls?) On the Wall of the Mod Hosting So typical pub trivia! We will be checking for alts though so winners will not be announced on the spot
One of my favorite holiday memories takes me back to when I was 8 yrs old, on a road trip with my parents from BC to Ontario. It was a winter adventure full of excitement, laughter, and snow—lots of snow. The prairies were unforgettable in their flatness, with endless white fields stretching as far as the eye could see. Occasionally, we’d pass a barn or a small cluster of trees, but mostly, it was just us and the vast, quiet openness. My dad joked that you could watch your dog run away for miles, and we laughed as we drove through. But the most intense part of the trip happened much earlier, right in British Columbia as we were crossing the Rockies. The weather turned bad as we climbed through the mountains. Snow started falling faster and heavier, and soon it became a full-on storm. The visibility was terrible—just a wall of white in front of the windshield. I remember my dad slowing down, the windshield wipers working overtime, and my mom leaning forward to help him look for the edges of the road. Eventually, my dad decided it was too dangerous to continue, so we pulled over on the shoulder to wait for the storm to ease. We sat in the car, bundled up in blankets, watching the snow whip around us. It felt like we were in the middle of a snow globe. But my mom, being her determined self, wasn’t having it. “We’re not sitting here all night,” she said, and she and my dad switched seats. With her usual confidence, she took the wheel and eased us back onto the road. I remember clutching my blanket, watching as she drove slowly but surely through the storm, navigating the icy curves of the Rockies like a pro. When the snow finally let up, the relief in the car was almost tangible. The storm left the mountains looking even more magical, the trees draped in thick blankets of snow that sparkled in the faint sunlight breaking through the clouds. Later on, closer to Ontario, we spotted moose along the road. My dad pulled over, and we excitedly got out to take pictures. They were massive, calm, and beautiful, standing in the snow as if they were posing just for us. By the time we reached Ontario, we were tired but so proud of the journey we had made. The snowy Rockies, the endless prairies, and the unexpected encounters with wildlife made it a trip I’ll always treasure. Even now, I can picture my mom confidently taking over the wheel during that storm, showing me the importance of courage and determination in the face of challenges.