When I think back on all the holidays and birthdays I enjoyed as a child, I don't remember much specifically. I remember an Emergency doctor's kit I received from my uncle, a doctor, that he handmade out of an old box, spray painted black with red tape for the medical cross, and filled with doctors' surplus (e.g., scrubs, an old stethoscope, etc). I also treasured the carved beaver that my dad made for me when I was collecting beaver items - after seeing them up close and personal on a road trip through Yellowstone.
My sister remembers most the Little House on the Prairie dollhouse that my father hand-crafted and then gave to our cousins for Christmas. We were given a bigger dollhouse which was supposed to be better because it was bigger but, really, my sister wanted the one Dad had made.
Birthday cakes also came and went and I don't remember any of them without a photo. I will never forget, however, the Cookie Monster cake my mother made for my younger sister. I remember my mom getting the pan, making sure the frosting was the right blue and, then, all the blue tongues after eating that delightful cake.
This year, I have not got my act together in time to hand-make my children any Christmas gifts. Nor have I been able to convince Mr. Green Bean to take up whittling although it sounds like a fine hobby to me. I did, however, bake my music-loving son three birthday cakes for his two celebrations of a December birthday. I hope that he will remember these as he grows older.