Lost: Christmas Spirit. If found, please return.
My family always had traditions; predictable traditions. Christmas Eve was the same, as was Christmas Day. Routine.
It's human nature to need routine.
Christmas Eve was all about family. It was often the second time of the year we truly came together as one. Everything was centered around family and food. There would be homemade peanut brittle, freshly made needhams, and a glass jar of peanuts that swiveled in the most intricate way that she placed ever so gently in the center of that long coffee table.
Dinner was always made with incredible love. Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Memere didn't want to cook or spend time in the kitchen away from the ones she loved most. She added her extras, the things she could really perfect with the most love.
Santa would always visit. There would be presents. The video camera capturing it all and heating up that living room with its giant light to a temperature so hot you were oblivious to the fact that not only was it December in Maine but the door was also propped open.
There was laughter, food, Santa, and even presents. Being a child, of course the gifts were important, they are to every kid but a lot of those memories are gone. The memories of Christmas that are the most vivid now are the ones that matter the most: family, food, laughter and love.
My family has drifted, grown, divorced and remarried and the only thing I look forward to most is taking down the tree on Christmas Day as soon as my son walks out the door to go celebrate Christmas with his father. Now don't get me wrong, I do enjoy seeing him open his gifts and that pure excitement on his face when he gets that "hot ticket" item he had asked for.
Tomorrow, Christmas Eve, will be strictly laughter, love, food and family. A family of two.
Look out spirit... I'm coming for you!
My family always had traditions; predictable traditions. Christmas Eve was the same, as was Christmas Day. Routine.
It's human nature to need routine.
Dinner was always made with incredible love. Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Memere didn't want to cook or spend time in the kitchen away from the ones she loved most. She added her extras, the things she could really perfect with the most love.
Santa would always visit. There would be presents. The video camera capturing it all and heating up that living room with its giant light to a temperature so hot you were oblivious to the fact that not only was it December in Maine but the door was also propped open.
There was laughter, food, Santa, and even presents. Being a child, of course the gifts were important, they are to every kid but a lot of those memories are gone. The memories of Christmas that are the most vivid now are the ones that matter the most: family, food, laughter and love.
My family has drifted, grown, divorced and remarried and the only thing I look forward to most is taking down the tree on Christmas Day as soon as my son walks out the door to go celebrate Christmas with his father. Now don't get me wrong, I do enjoy seeing him open his gifts and that pure excitement on his face when he gets that "hot ticket" item he had asked for.
Tomorrow, Christmas Eve, will be strictly laughter, love, food and family. A family of two.
Look out spirit... I'm coming for you!
- Sunday, December 23, 2012
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