I started thinking yesterday about what I remember about Christmas. Christmas seems to be the most highly anticipated and tradition heavy of all the holidays.
I remember:
- seeing all of the same decorations come back every year
- candlelight nights as a family
- Christmas morning drills (Yes, that would be PRACTICING for Christmas morning)
- getting pajamas and slippers from M&D on Christmas Eve
- Christmas dresses and velvet hair bows
- taking family photos with the timer
- Christmas Eve dinner of lobster for Dad and chicken keiv for the rest of us
- bending candles into shapes during Christmas Eve service
- waiting until 6am when the tree lights were on
- presents from Santa wrapped and labeled with an "E" or an "R"
- finding letters from Santa all crinkled up from the long sleigh ride
- the year Santa left the couch moved away from the chimney and a soot footprint on the floor
- the year Robbie was convinced Baby Jesus would be visiting our house instead of Santa Claus
- helping Mom write a summary of the whole year in our Family Christmas Book
Writing this post is making me emotional. Christmas was quite magical for Robbie and me. It is strange but exciting that I am closer to starting my own family and building our own traditions than I am to these memories. I remember Dad saying that much better than Christmas as a kid was Christmas as a parent. I never understood how that was possible. But now I get it – on such a special night, you help supply the magic.
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