Grab your cocoa, pull your loved ones near, and join me by the fire for this special O’Quinn Media Production ” A Very Vintage Christmas”.
This special podcast production is made by possible with support from these presenting sponsors: Security Bank of Pulaski County, Nexthome Team Ellis and American Taco Company/Scruffs Grill. Support also provided by Fort Wood Hotels, Honey Chile Please and TK’s Pizza in St. Robert. Merry Christmas!
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Welcome to a very vintage Christmas. A special podcast production by Oakwin Media. This production is made possible with support from these generous presenting sponsors. Security Bank of Palaski County. Next Home Team Ellis, and American Taco Company and Scruff’s Grill in Rolla. Support also provided by Honey Child Please. Fortwood Hotels and TK’s Pizza. Now, here’s your host, Tracy O’Quinn.
I have the most magical memories when it comes to Christmas. When I think back now, I realize so much of that magic came from my parents. I mean, we didn’t have a lot of money, but we did have an abundance of love. Our holiday season was always exciting and fun. We spent time with family, decorated the house, picked out our tree together, or even cut our own on the farm. Looking back, those were probably the years that money was tight, but I sure didn’t know it at the time. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized not everyone loved the holiday season as much as I do. And I was older still when I began to understand why so many people actually dreaded the holidays. You know, as we lose people we love and perhaps even become a bit jaded with the craziness of this world around us. Sometimes the holidays can feel like something that we have to endure rather than a time of year to embrace and enjoy. I so wish Christmas was less about feeling the need to buy and for some people, the need to receive gifts, and more about love, laughter, just living in the moment. I guess that’s what I wanted to create with this production. A slower, more deliberate Christmas. One where we enjoy today’s blessings while also indulging in the nostalgia of the past. Perhaps a simpler time for many of us. So slow down, grab a cup of cocoa, scoot up here next to the fire. And let’s enjoy a very vintage Christmas by hearing the stories and traditions that so many of us hold so dear. We’ll begin with a lady so many of us know and love, Louise Hardman.
Growing up in Southern Arkansas, I had a large family. And one of our traditions was to always visit my grandmother, who loved to open Christmas presents. Our job as kids, uh, was to simply set it around in a circle on her floor and watch her open her presents and squeal and giggle and enjoy everything she was getting. Grandma had ten kids, so she had plenty of presents. And it was our job as eight-year-olds and ten-year-olds to sit around and clap for grandma. She loved every minute of it. I will tell you though, it is very hard for young kids our age to sit there and not get any presents and watch grandma open hers. But we did, because that’s what was expected of us. Now that I look back, I think to myself, what a joy it was and what great memories I have of those Christmases. Uh, I loved my grandmother so much, and those memories are very, very special. I also believe that, uh, that process she went through every year, taught us all a lot of patience. And so I thank her for that, too. Christmas traditions, they’re the best.
I’m Pastor Brett Reeth of Waypoint United Methodist Church. And my favorite part of this season, Christmas, is the decorating. I can remember from my early childhood years going to different family members’ homes, my grandparents, my aunts, uncles, certainly my own home and in helping everyone throughout the month of November and December decorating and and getting ready for for the holiday festivities. In a world that is often hurting and gloomy and full of darkness, things like uh twinkling lights, the beauty of the decorations, it can bring such joy where it’s needed most.
This is Deborah Decker, and one of my favorite holiday traditions is driving around looking at Christmas lights with my family while drinking hot chocolate. As a kid, I was always mesmerized by the lights, and I guess I still am because I am truly the elf of my family. I’m so happy that the Waynesville Saint Robert Chamber of Commerce hosts Light Up Palaski County because I think it has instilled a sense of nostalgia for myself, and I’m sure many others. I just love Christmas, the decor, the giving, and the reason.
Hey everybody, I’m Coy. And I’m Felicia. And we’re Show Me Spirits. The podcast where hauntings, legends and lore meet Missouri spirits. Every episode we crack open a local Missouri drink and dive head first into spooky and strange tales from around the US. When the holidays roll around, we like to keep it spooky. While other people are baking cookies and wrapping gifts, I like to read Victorian ghost stories. They pair perfectly with long cold winter nights. And after that, we settle in for our annual feel good family film Krampus because nothing warms the heart like watching a goat demon punish people for not having enough Christmas spirit. It’s basically a Hallmark movie. Yeah, if Hallmark movies had snowstorms full of evil elves and killer gingerbread men. All right, well, before we give away the whole movie, won’t you share one of your favorite Christmas memories? Okay, one of mine is growing up in Hartville. Every year we’d have the annual Christmas parade. And Santa would be at the end of the parade like on top of the fire truck, like in Waynesville. But after the parade, all the kids would run over to the town square, and then Santa would pull in and he would hand out bags of candy and fruit to all the children. It’s something that I always think about at Christmas time. What is one of your favorite memories? So, as you already know, like when I was growing up and even now, like my family does, we do not live close to one another. So, probably one of my favorite Christmas memories was the first Christmas that I got to spend with you and your family. And it was the first time really getting to do a big, huge family Christmas, and like one of the things I really remember is the fact that everybody was like tearing open presents and like literally wrapping paper was all the way up to our knees. And so it was kind of like one of those Christmases that you see on TV with just tons of people, everybody showing up, and it was a good time. Oh, that’s so sweet. I love that. Thank you for letting us share our memories with you. And happy holidays from our family to yours.
Hello, this is James Breckenridge, the mayor of Saint Robert. One of my favorite holiday traditions has always been watching The Sound of Music. As a kid, my mom, who is German, made sure we never missed it when it aired on national television during the holiday season. It became a yearly moment for us, and it’s something that I’ve kept going with my own family. No matter how busy the season gets, we take time to sit down and watch it together. It connects the past with the present in a way that means a lot to me. Another tradition I’ve always loved is gathering for Christmas dinner and opening presents. Growing up, we followed my mom’s German tradition of opening gifts on Christmas Eve. Today, like many families, we wake up on Christmas morning to see what Santa brought and enjoy opening presents together. It’s simple, but those moments of being together are what you remember the most. A tradition that has stayed with me is the idea of giving back during the holidays. Christmas has always been a time to be grateful for what we have and to find ways to help others, supporting organizations that make sure children or community have gifts or lending a hand where it’s needed has always been important to me and my family. I want to wish the residents of Saint Robert, our surrounding communities, and everyone listening a very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. I hope this holiday brings you and your family great joy, and that you’re able to celebrate with the people who matter the most. I also want to remember the men and women who are serving overseas in defense of our country. Being away from home during this special time is incredibly hard. I’ve spent many Christmases deployed, and I know the heaviest that comes with separation. To our service members and to the families who are celebrating without them, I want to offer my heartfelt thanks. Your service, strength, and sacrifice never go unnoticed, and all of us back home are grateful for what you continue to give to our nation. And lastly, thank you to our community for everything you did in 2025. We gained a lot of momentum this year, and I’m looking forward to carrying that spirit into 2026. As we continue working together for the good of our city.
We’ll be right back with a very vintage Christmas.
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You know, just sitting here thinking, one of my favorite memories as a child is something so simple. Each Christmas Eve, we would visit my maternal grandmother who lived in an apartment in town. Now, keep in mind, I was a country kid, so the thought of a big building full of small apartments and all of these people living so closely together was amazing to me. As an adult, I still drive by this apartment building from time to time, and when I do, I am flooded with memories. However, I am now struck by how small that building actually is. When I was a child, it seemed so large, and it was such an adventure just riding the elevator up to the third floor to see my grandma Lara. At some point, it was inevitable, I would sneak off with siblings and cousins and explore the quiet hallways, whispering and giving our best attempt at being quiet so as not to bother those who live there. But also to avoid my parents snatching us up and ending our explorations. Grandma’s apartment was just off the main Commons area, which included huge windows. It seemed you could see for miles and miles. And an amazing clear view of the sparkling night sky. I remember gazing out searching that sky for a glimpse of Santa and his sleigh. I was so hopeful I would see him. I mean, it was Christmas Eve, I knew he was out there. I would continue to monitor the night skies on the way home, probably clutching a newly unwrapped toy or gift of some kind, with a belly full of seasonal treats, I would fight the urge to drift off to sleep in the back seat of my parents’ car. Because I knew as soon as I did, I would miss catching Santa and his reindeer on their mission to deliver all those gifts to good boys and girls. It’s funny how I don’t remember one single gift I may have opened on those Christmas Eves. I only remember, I felt warm, safe, loved, surrounded by family on a night where it seemed anything might be possible. Think back now to one of your favorite childhood memories. These are the stories that stay with us, long after the snow has melted and the lights have been packed away. They are tales of love, of family, of hope, and of the gentle magic that only Christmas can bring.
Cecilia Murray, the executive director of the Waynesville Saint Robert Chamber. My Christmas tradition started when I was eight years old, and we won’t say the year, but when I was eight years old, um, all I wanted from Santa for Christmas was my own Christmas tree. Because I just loved Christmas so much. And I I don’t know why that I thought having my own tree was the best thing in the world, but I woke up Christmas morning and I had my own Christmas tree that Santa brought me. Every year after that, Santa brought me an ornament, so the first thing I would do when I’d wake up, uh, Christmas day, was go right for my tree to see what ornament Santa left for that year. And he always would leave me an ornament to represent my year. Something that I could remember that year by. So I have all kinds of things on there. The first ornament was a bell, and it has the year on it and it said Merry Christmas with the little mouse, because I used to like little mice. But I have a Smurf on there. I have a Roadrunner, so things that just represent what I was doing that year or what what happened in my life. As I got older, my mom started giving me ornaments to replace Santa. When she passed in 2019, I just figured I wasn’t going to get any more ornaments. You know, it’s sad losing somebody that is that special to you. And my mom always made Christmas special. We would go and look at light, drive around and look at the Christmas lights. But the tree was always our thing. And so, after my mom passed, my husband Don surprised me by, so every year, he gets an ornament and puts it on my Santa tree, I call it my Santa tree, and uh, no matter what, that that goes up. And it’s a six-foot tree that is filled, I mean, like there’s no room on it, because I’m old. Uh, so I had there’s a lot of ornaments on there. So every year, I again, get up and I go and see what Christmas ornament is, um, on my tree. The year my mom passed, um, I I put her picture on there, so that she’s at the very top of the right underneath the star. So, that’s my special memory.
Hi, this is Jax. And my most memorable Christmas takes me back to the late 1980s. My husband was out of work that year, and we were surviving on what I made at a local fast food joint. It really wasn’t much. I was almost too proud to ask for help, but when you’re a parent, your pride takes backseat to your children’s joy. So I swallowed that pride and I reached out to a local charity. I filled out their simple form with my boy’s clothing sizes and a couple of toys they’d asked Santa to bring. On the night before Christmas, a charity worker arrived at our house with box after box after box of gifts. Everything was there. The boys had asked for a big metal fire truck and a guitar. It was there. Along with clothes for them, a dress for me, and even a sweater for my husband. With full hearts, we quietly stowed everything out back in the shop. Then, on Christmas Eve, something happened that I will never forget. A fuel truck arrived in our driveway and filled our kerosene tank to the very top. I don’t remember when that had ever been filled. I stood there watching with tears streaming down my face, knowing we’d be warm all winter long. On Christmas morning, while watching our boys joyfully discover what Santa had brought, I finally understood what the holiday season truly meant. It wasn’t about what we could afford or what we couldn’t. It was about community, generosity, and the kindness of strangers who saw a family in need and simply chose to help. That Christmas taught me that asking for help isn’t weakness. It’s courage. And that giving without expectation is one of the purest forms of love.
Hi, it’s Jamie from 98.9 The Mix and Sunny 104.5 radio stations. My favorite Christmas memory would be from 1986. It was a couple of months before my mom and dad and I moved from Oklahoma to Missouri, uh, to be with our family here in the Show Me State. Uh, my parents had shoe stores that had to close up because they stopped drilling for oil out in Oklahoma for a time, and anyway, my my parents pretty much lost everything. So we moved here, it was much happier, the future was much brighter. My grandparents gave us the best Christmas ever. Because it was Christmas at their house, because they always had a fire going, because uh my grandma made everything special, always made me feel special. My grandpa, too. And uh they’ve been gone five years now, but uh that’s a happy memory of mine. And I got a lot of things, but the only thing I really remember getting was a paper drum set. I tore that thing up probably within three weeks. Uh I played like animal on the Muppets. Fast forward to another special Christmas was uh the first Christmas with my son. It was uh just my wife and I and our newborn baby in our apartment in Springfield, and it was just the three of us, nobody else. Just really special to be there and it was this exciting new chapter of our lives, much like that Christmas in 86. This time it was it was different, it was my family. And uh we were starting something new. Something special, and now he’s 15 years old. But we still uh make Christmas about him and and each of our three children and make them feel just as special each year.
Hey, this is Seeb from Goyave and Seeb. And my favorite thing about Christmas is when it’s December and you’re at home and you have all of the lights off and you have your Christmas tree going with all your Christmas lights on and everyone is all cozied up with a blanket watching a Christmas movie. I think that is probably one of the times of the year that I feel so right with my soul. And that is probably my favorite thing about Christmas.
Hey, this is Don Murray, I’m the Chamber of Commerce Cookie Monster. My love of cookies started way back when I was a kid and and my family would do Christmas cookies. Mom would mix up a batch of butter cookies. Then that weekend, we we would press them out in an old Miro cookie press for butter cookies and sometimes we’d roll them out, decorate them and bake them and and then put them in plates and pass them out around the community. Later on, when I was in the army, I had a great time doing that with folks that I live with in the barracks. A lot of them had never experienced that and I really enjoyed doing that with them. And then later on, uh when we had our own kids, it was so great to share that with them and and teach him how to sprinkle sprinkles on on the cookies and and and sugar on the cookies and of course, I have certain things that I like. I I like a butter cookie with a maraschino cherry on it. That’s my favorite. That’s my favorite Christmas cookie. But uh cookies go way back with me and and they bring just such fun Christmas memories.
Hello, it’s Melissa Sharp, and if you know me, you know that I love to run. What you may not know is that I love running on Christmas morning. There’s just something special about getting up and outside before the hustle and bustle of the holiday that reminds me that the day isn’t about gifts, but about the gift. The birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. This is the one day out of the year that no matter where life took me, whether I was in a large city or small town, that there was absolute peace. No traffic, just perfect stillness. There is no other morning like Christmas morning where the world stops for a brief moment. And no better way I’ve ever found to experience the peace of Christmas than by going for a run while meditating on the words found in Luke chapter 2. Today in the town of David, a savior has been born to you. He is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you. You will find a baby wrapped in cloth and lying in a manger. Merry Christmas.
Hi, this is DeLinda Giles. I have loved Christmas ever since I was a little girl, and that’s in large part due to my mom. She came from a really large Italian family. In fact, my great-grandfather came over to the US from Italy when he was just a young boy. And to him, family was everything. And so that’s why every year at Christmas, he requested, well, no, he required that everybody come home to New York for Christmas. If you could make the journey, you were there. And that may mean there was as many as 12 to 15 of us all staying at my grandparents’ house. And somehow that little three-bedroom, one-bath Cape Cod held us all. It was kind of like Christmas magic. We used every bed, every couch, cots were pulled out, there were sleeping bags on the floor. And no matter how many of us there were that made the trip that year, we all fit. And that doesn’t mean that it was perfect, it was always chaos. But it was a beautiful chaos. I remember more than the gifts that I received, the memories that we made. I can remember 12 of us trying to get ready with one bathroom. All trying to get into our Christmas finest. And I’ll remember trying to find a corner to be with my mom so that she could curl my waist length hair into perfect ringlets that would cascade down my back. I remember the year that she rewrote the 12 days of Christmas for our family, and she taught it to all the kids. We proudly stood on the bottom step of the main staircase, my grandparents’ house, like we were on the stage of Radio City Music Hall, and we sang our hearts out for everybody. Those are the things that I remember. Those are the Christmas traditions that I cherish. And it’s something that I hope I passed down to my kids and to their kids. Because that’s what Christmas is all about, family. And that’s the way it should be.
Hello, my name is Sean Wilson, I’m the mayor of Waynesville. And one of my favorite Christmas traditions is watching the movie It’s A Wonderful Life. Now, I’ll be honest with you, this tradition didn’t start because I loved the movie at first. It started back in 1986. I was in middle school. I was a kid and my father made us sit down and watch it. And the at the time, I thought it was boring. It was black and white, it seemed a little slow, not exactly exciting to a kid, you know what I mean. But over the years, something changed in my life. As life unfolded through family, through leadership, through service, challenges, and different seasons, I grew to love that movie. And today, it means more to me and my family than ever. It’s A Wonderful Life reminds me that we often overlook the impact that we have on the world around us. We rarely get to see the full effect of our presence or even understand the ripple that our absence would create. So sometimes just showing up, staying faithful and doing the right thing quietly is what keeps the whole ecosystem moving. The movie also reminds me um the good we pour out into others has a way of finding its way back to us. Often when we least expect it. That final scene gets me every time. So yes, every Christmas season, this movie feels the screen in my home and it has to be black and white. I have to watch it in black and white. It’s more than a film, it’s a reminder of purpose, of presence and a quiet power of a life lived for others. From my family to yours, I wish you a very Merry Christmas.
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Christmas music, year after year, at least for me, it’s the same songs. I think they are permanently seared into my brain, but they only surface towards the end of each year. Of course, Jingle Bells is great. Here Comes Santa Claus is fun. And Silent Night, oh, it’s so beautiful to hear. Joy to the World takes me right back to elementary school when I couldn’t keep my itchy homemade angel wings on during the school Christmas play. In fact, I have a picture that I’m going to post in the Fort Not Lost in the Woods private Facebook group, if you’re a member in there, of me with those angel wings if I can find them, but that song always takes me right back to that. I remember thinking that I wish we would only be singing the first verse so that we could be done and I could get those wings off. Oh, and I could listen to Elvis Presley sing anything. But his version of Blue Christmas is always on my holiday playlist. But there is one song that makes me cry every single time, no matter where I am when I hear it. I’ll Be Home for Christmas. As someone with some pretty deep Missouri roots, my mind always drifts to our service members and others who can’t be with loved ones during the holidays. This song beautifully and simply performed in his very own home by Waypoint Worship leader Nate O’Donnell is for all of those who can’t be with those they love this Christmas.
I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe and presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
Before I share with you one of my favorite Christmas traditions, Pastor of Waypoint, Brett Reeth, shares a special Christmas prayer. Almighty God, we give you thanks for this beautiful, wonderful, mysterious season of Christmas, where we remember the birth of your son, our Savior, Jesus Christ, who came into the world to be a light, a light of hope, a light of peace, a light of joy, and a light of love. We pray for all those who are hurting this season, who perhaps are experiencing Christmas for the first time alone. We pray for those who may not have a family to celebrate Christmas with. We pray for those who are struggling just for different reasons, praying that the promise of Christmas would bring them reassurance that you are with us. Thank you for the gift that this season offers. In the name of the Incarnate Jesus Christ. Amen.
Well, you know, we couldn’t do a Christmas podcast without a message from the man himself, Santa Claus. I reached out to him at the North Pole, and he only had a few moments because he and the elves were very busy in the workshop preparing for Christmas Eve. But he did take just a moment to send out a message. Ho ho ho, hello, my dear children! Santa Claus here, as Christmas gets closer, remember, the most important thing you can do is be kind. When you choose kindness, you spread Christmas magic every single day. Be caring, loving, thoughtful, that makes Santa very proud. From Santa, Merry Christmas to all.
I hope you all are enjoying this special Christmas production as much as I’ve enjoyed putting it together. It means so much that you shared this time with me. I hope you’ll share this podcast with anyone that you think could use a little Christmas cheer this year. As we near the end of our time together, I want to leave you with one of my favorite Christmas traditions. As a child each year, my parents would read the classic Christmas poem ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. I found it so enchanting that in my young mind, I thought it was a true account of an actual encounter with Santa Claus. In fact, the original title of that poem, which was written in 1823, was ‘A Visit From Saint Nicholas.’ I just found it so fascinating. As time moved on, as it tends to do, I continued to read it each year, and then when I had children, I of course bought the book and I read it to them each year. I’m not sure if children listening today will understand what some of the words in the poem even mean. But I’m hopeful that it will evoke the same magical feelings as it did when I was a child. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads. And mom in her kerchief and I in my cap had just settled down for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen. To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all. As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too. And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Thank you for joining me for a very vintage Christmas. May the memories you hold close, the warmth of home, and the love of those no longer with us, fill your heart with comfort and peace. Until we meet again here by the fire, Merry Christmas, and may your heart always carry the quiet magic of the season.
A very vintage Christmas has been made possible with support from these presenting sponsors: Security Bank of Palaski County. Next Home Team Ellis. American Taco Company and Scruff’s Grill of Rolla. Support also provided by Honey Child Please. Fortwood Hotels and TK’s Pizza. This has been an O’Quinn Media production.{“promptTokenCount”:72821,”candidatesTokenCount”:7201,”totalTokenCount”:92117,”promptTokensDetails”:[{“modality”:”TEXT”,”tokenCount”:21},{“modality”:”AUDIO”,”tokenCount”:72800}],”thoughtsTokenCount”:12095}