For years and years, I was like every other kid around who believed in Santa Claus. I always had the hardest time going to sleep on Christmas Eve, so My sister and I started a tradition of staying up all night Christmas Eve..Eve. That way we would be super tired on Christmas eve, thus finding it easier to go to sleep. Soon enough the tradition was out grown. Other traditions remained though. Such as, the sheet my mother put up every Christmas eve, so there was no chance for us to see "Santa" getting our presents out. waking Mom up early, and her giving us our stockings to shut us up as she went to sleep for another hour or how ever long it took us to open our stockings. After which she would get up and we'd all go out and look at the presents. Later we learned that the real reason for the sheet was so she could see the initial look on our faces when we saw our presents under the tree. We then under strict order of which to open first unwrapped all the presents in minutes that it took hours for our mother to carefully wrap. After all the gifts were opened Mom would go make breakfast while we played with our new gadgets. We'd eat and then of course.... fall asleep among our toys. It was usually cool, except one year I got a snake... yeah scared the hell out of my mom with that one. Ah.
Now as Christmas Eve is here, I find myself thinking about how much I miss my family traditions. My mother is afraid that Christmas will just be another day for me, and it kinda is... but that's only because I want good Christmases in my memories.
I'm just creating new traditions I suppose. Friends and happy memories.
Merry Christmas (Well wishes in general for those who don't involve themselves in Christmas for the various reasons I know you have).
---Nicolle
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To you as well, May your future bring you good fortune, and your past wonderfull memories, not even the little green men can take those from you.
ReplyDeleteChristmas is just another day to me, now at least, i am home alone with homemade soup...just watching the tube in my own filth sick as a dog...its actually nice(besides the sick), I could skip it and be fine.
ReplyDeleteYou will make your own memories and traditions and some you will pass on when you have kids of your own. I can remember you coming over to our house on Christmas to show Jenny what you got and to see what she got. We all grow up but to remember the happy times as a kid are very nice just don't every think that the day is nothing just because they are not like they used to be you need to make them something new.
ReplyDeleteWe love you and miss you.
That made me feel all warm and good inside. You mother's love come across so clearly in this. Ah I love her.
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