Into Each Life New Traditions Must Come
Woman in the Middle | December 24, 2014After Eldest Daughter was born her first Christmas was a nightmare. Too many things packed into one 12 hour day. I knew something had to change. We approached Mom in Law: Would you like us to spend Christmas Eve at your house? Have us all to yourself? She loved the idea and a new tradition was born. Every Christmas Eve after that was spent opening ridiculous amounts of presents and eating lots of desserts. My daughters learned about the artful display of sweets on white doilies placed on pretty trays when they helped their grandmother get dessert ready. We all started the 24 hours of Christmas on a sugar high. Cheesecake! Carrot Cake! Milano Cookies! Brownies!
Over the course of our Christmas Eves we started another new tradition: Silly Christmas headwear. Hubby would wear the traditional Santa hat but the girls and I would don some sort of silly head bopper. When Mom in Law opened the door and saw us there she always got a big smile of delight on her face.
Standing at Grandmama’s door on a past Christmas Eve, the girls displaying silly Christmas headwear their mother purchased.
From Christmas Eve a few years ago. The girls had grown taller than their petite grandmother a long time before.
This Christmas Eve and all the Christmas Eve’s going forward are going to be different. But we will always remember the Christmas Eves at Grandmama’s house.
Traditions bring great memories! The traditions may have to change, but the memories will always be there!
The first holiday after someone passes is always the hardest but the memories are also the sweetest!
Family traditions are so much fun and they create the most wonderful memories. I love your crazy head gear tradition!
When we were talking to Tim’s father we would go to his place on Christmas Eve and we would drive to Sydney about 3hrs away to see his mum on Boxing Day as Christmas Day was and is always spent with my parents
Ever since my mom passed away, our Christmases and Christmas Eves have been half-hazard. My dad doesn’t want it at his place, and my place is too small. So we usually have it at a restaurant and sometimes not at all, which is sad.