Thursday, December 2, 2010
I love traditions. I love love love traditions. I've been compiling a list of some of my favorites. I'll be sending a Christmas gift, in a random drawing, to someone on December 8...all you have to do is share one of your favorite traditions -- holiday or otherwise.
My mother used to make Betty Crocker blueberry muffins. Warm, with a dab of butter, they taste like my childhood. She also used to make caramel rolls on Saturday morning, and cool them on a flattened brown grocery bag. We'd have them for breakfast on Saturday, and also on Sunday morning. Oh, how I loved those caramel rolls.
My dad always brought my mom a poinsettia on Christmas and an lily on Easter. It always made her cry. I love that memory so much; I've been adding both plants to my holiday table.
My dad didn't like getting up early and rushing before church on Christmas morning. So, while we went to my Grandma K.'s on Christmas Eve, Santa would come to our house. My dad would take the "long way" home from town, and we'd be jumping out of our excited skin the whole way. We'd walk in to loads of gifts Santa had left. My dad would take his time starting a fire, and my mom would mix some punch (7-Up and green sherbet). Then we'd do the whole hurrah that night. In the night, so that we'd have something to wake up to, Santa would come back and fill up our stockings. Ah, love. That is a most cherished memory.
Now that I have kids of my own, we've been building our own. Because of shared custody of Cole, we've had to be creative. We have him Christmas Eve, and Kelly has him Christmas Day. So, the past couple years, we've had a wonderful family Christmas on December 23. We go see a movie, have a special dinner (complete with eclairs) and Santa visits us that night, so that we have our own Christmas morning as a family. I bake a strata and it's a delightful, wonderful holiday with tradition all our own. We spend either Christmas Eve with my family and Christmas Day with Cory's or vice versa, depending on the year. But, always, Christmas morning, we go to Christmas Mass with my inlaws. The liturgy of a Catholic service fills my heart with the real reason we celebrate this holiday and I find, every year, I am so thankful for all of it. The love, family, and tradition. I hope my kids remember theirs as fondly as I remember all of mine.
Enjoy the season, my friends!