Traditions

Posted: 26 December 2009 in observations
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In the time we’ve been together, we’ve been building traditions.  We’ve got one or two here and there (a mix cd on Valentine’s Day, she scoops the pumpkin guts, staying home with appetizers on New Year’s Eve) but on Christmas, we’ve amassed more than a few.  Some of them are traditional and come from our families.  Some  traditions we don’t manage every year.  Some are more habit than tradition.  Some are you and me, every year, I love you traditions.

An orange in the toe of my stocking.  Chocolate coins.  At least one silly gift (this year, terrified pickles).  Stockings first, before breakfast even.  She wakes me with “Merry Christmas”.  If there’s company, then homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast and turkey for supper.  Fried oysters on Christmas Eve (or tamales, depending on which side of the Mississippi we’re on).  At least one gift from Santa.  Marking the year on the bottom of new ornaments.  Making cookies, candy, toffee.  Small gifts (more expensive things happen on birthdays).  Every year, a wind-up toy.  Tears every single time I hang that reindeer ornament.

You might have some of these with your own families.  I hope you do.  Here’s to building more in the future.

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Comments
  1. Sarah says:

    That’s neat. We buy one special ornament each year and mark the year on the bottom. We have so many ordinary ornaments, that we buy only one new one. Each year as we decorate the tree we look at the year on the back (or bottom) of the special ornaments and reminisce. This year it was a glittery star, in hopes of a better year to come.

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