I think we can all agree that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. It never gets old and every year it feels just as special. I believe it has to do with the happy memories from our childhoods – back when we all believed in magic! What a time to be alive!
Growing up, our family always had the house decorated to the point where we could blow the fuses. If we had all the lights on I couldn’t blow dry my hair or I would blow a fuse! We would change the panels on the light switches, swap our soap dispensers and towels and place festive magnets on the fridge. Our paper towels would be Christmas-y and so would the dog bowls. You name it, we changed it and really got into the spirit. My sister and I would write letters to Santa, we had advent calendars and ate chocolate every day. I would always read books under the Christmas tree and we had the tackiest (but also loveliest) decorations. Ones that were battery powered and sang songs. We would all decorate as a family and bring out games. My sister and I would watch Pee Wee Herman’s Christmas – our favourite holiday movie.
One special tradition was hanging our stockings. We had the most special, kind, loving and sweet grandmas of all time (on both sides). One grandma was an artist and she created ornaments for us when we were born (I still have all of my first ornaments as seen in the picture below). My other grandma knitted our stockings and all of her grandchildren had one. Before she passed away, she knitted as many as she could for her great grand kids, too. I’ve had it with me every year, and last year with life being so crazy and moving to Nashville, Shawn took it upon himself to get my mom to mail it to him, and he filled it for me and surprised me on Christmas morning. It even had an orange at the bottom, just like mom and dad always used to do. I cried my eyes out that he knew how special a stocking was to me and got it for our first Christmas morning together.
On Christmas Eve, my sister and I would get to open one present each (mom would always make sure it was new matching pjs). We would leave Rudolph some carrots and for Santa…beer and cookies. Yes, beer. Screw the milk! Mom and dad always said it was Rudolph driving, so it was okay for Santa to have one beer. My dad would read to us the night before Christmas and I would get to sleep in my sister’s room (I’m not going to lie, I was scared of Santa). On Christmas morning, we would sit at the top of the stairs while mom and dad made hot chocolate and made sure Santa had set everything up properly.
I hope my family knows how special they made Christmas every year – including my aunts, uncles and cousins. I’m very lucky for the family I have. I can see my sister passing down traditions to her kids and I love seeing how much joy it brings the family. I can’t wait to do the same.
Shawn and I have started our own traditions, too! Last year was our first Christmas together and we had the best time. We bought Superman and Batman onesies (obviously Snapchatted about it), Shawn took me to the Grinch live musical at the Grand Ole Opry on the 23rd. I love musicals more than anything and you could even drink wine in the theatre! On Christmas Eve, we brought out our mattress and made a living room bed, cooked appies, drank wine, watched movies and played cards and old school Super Nintendo. We woke up on Christmas morning and made Bailey’s and coffee, a big breakfast and opened presents (and stockings). It was so fun having it be just the two of us and we got so excited to one day have a family with our new traditions, and ones passed along. I cooked us a turkey dinner at night and we just had such a nice Christmas together. I’m listening to Christmas songs as I write this and I can’t stop smiling. Smiling is my favorite.
What are some of your favorite Christmas traditions? What are some new ones that you’ll pass on to your kids?
I will leave you with a Christmas joke.
What do you call an elf who sings?