Happy New Year! It’s been a crazy couple of weeks but I’m back. Much like you dear reader, I have been busier than the best whore in the whore house on two for one night and twice as scattered. But, before I take down the tree and start looking toward Mardi Gras I want to talk about traditions. I love holiday traditions. I love hearing what friends and other cultures do to celebrate their most sacred times of the year. I love the Christmas traditions my family of four has cultivated over the years. I love reminiscing about the traditions from my childhood.
I didn’t carry over that many traditions from my childhood. Driving around looking at lights and reading the about the first Christmas on Christmas Eve night was really the only must do’s I had growing up that I have carried over to my own family. We didn’t make cookies for Santa; we put out whatever we happened to have. We didn’t go visit the big guy at the mall. We didn’t go to church on Christmas Eve or Morning. We didn’t have a special breakfast. And, we sure as hell didn’t have some crazy elf. (Whispers – Y’all know I hate that damn elf.) But, I still feel like we totally seized the holiday every year.
This year was weird for our family. We traveled about 800 miles to see family and enjoy some time in the mountains. We left before Christmas proper so that meant fewer decorations were put up, we opened gifts early, and we generally did not know the day or date for 10 or 12 days. This was the first year in at least 7 years that we didn’t have tamales on Christmas Eve night or Chinese on Christmas Day night. But, we were able to see family we hadn’t seen in a couple of years. We were able to celebrate Christmas Eve Mass at the same church where my hubs and I were married. And, we were able to show the kids a part of the country they’ve never seen. I realized that even though we weren’t able to have our normal traditions I still felt the Christmas spirit. We still had fun and we still had each other. Who knows, maybe traveling on Christmas will be our new tradition.
So, dear reader, what are your traditions? Comment on here or if you’re reading this via the Facebook link, comment there. I love hearing what people do. I once had a sister in law who’s family was of Scandinavian descent. They had some weird fruit based cold soup on Christmas night. I wish I had gotten the recipe before she left the family. It sounded kind of gross but who knows, it could be fun to try.
P.S. – Guess what y’all? As of the last post (Christmas Zen), I have done 100 posts! It’s like 100 Days of School only way better because you don’t have to do some stupid craft that requires 8,000 trips to Michael’s or Hobby Lobby. Actually, it’s more like 100 episodes of a tv show only without a cake and a party.
P.P.S/Photo Credit – You never know what you’ll see when you are doing a road trip in the South. I took this picture myself while sitting at a stop light in B.F.E. I can’t even remember the state.