Christmas Traditions

By Renae

img_0090-1.JPG

Growing up, my family always decorated the house the day after Thanksgiving. My brother and I piled silver tinsel on each branch of the small pine. Then while we slept, Mom removed the mess and placed every handmade ornament perfectly. I snooped under the transformed tree while the colored lights glowed. Even if my gifts were trick-wrapped, I figured out what the boxes contained. Try as I might to wait for Christmas Day, my curiosity ruled me and ruined my surprise.

One family tradition involved an entire afternoon dedicated to powdered sugar. Every year we frosted too many sugar cookies. My conscience vividly remembers Mom saying, “Stop licking the knife,” and the sick, sugary feeling in my stomach afterwards. I dreaded frosting the double batch of cookies, but I persevered to enjoy the time with my mom.

Now that I am the mother, I wonder what my children will remember about Christmas. I strive to live purposefully, but it doesn’t always happen. As a result, our traditions are not well-defined. We decorate on a whim, or when the light strands are rekindled. Bug’s porcelain winter lighthouse is put out first to appease little elves. We arrange the nativity set I painted as a young girl and attend church service on Christmas Eve.

Our simple rituals do not match my ideal picture of sweet cherubs listening to their father recite the story of Jesus’ birth, in the original Greek, while I serve hot chocolate and prepare gift bags for all the neighbors. That image is unrealistic, but it does capture something important. A wise stranger told Four n’ Twenty,

Now that is what the Christmas season is about, parents spending time with their kids.

That is what I remember most fondly. Traditions need not be elaborate to be special. It is time to get the cookie dough ready.

Related posts:

  1. In Loving Memory
  2. Another Christmas Card to Send
  3. Making Memories

2 Comments

  1. Anna-Marie 12-24-2007, 10:07 am

    I never wanted to know what my gifts were. My parents could have hidden my gifts under my own bed and I wouldn’t peek. The surprise, for me, was too important.

    My 9dd accidentally discovered one of her gifts from her Nana a few days ago. That night she couldn’t sleep. Her conscience got the best of her. She was crying because she knew about the gift and she thought her Nana would be disappointed. We reassured her it was really okay and she was able to find peace in her heart again. She has so much integrity she often asks me to help her with her 9 year-old temptations. What great kids I have! :)

  2. Renae 12-24-2007, 2:59 pm

    You do have great kids! :) I’m afraid my son is taking after me. He “discovered” his present in the closet last year. I don’t know if he felt guilty or not, but we did discuss disappointing others. That, at least, kept him from telling his sisters what other treasures he found.

    I am still bad about surprises. I blame it on my obsessive control-freak nature. There are a couple things under the tree that I don’t know though. I no longer have time to snoop. ;)

Add a Comment