do you have any holiday traditions? Also, are there any Christmas memories that seem to stand out to you?




13 Comments

Leave a response

You must be to post a response.

  1. ladybarbara 1 year ago

    My Mom would purchase a white tree and decorate it with blue decorations. It was 5 ft. tall and stood on a huge round coffee table that was once a dining room table. Each family bought presents for the members of the other families, and that was loads of presents!!! The first layers of presents went on the floor around the table. Three layers up, the presents were stacked on the table — and some leaning on the tree. One year, the presents were stacked so high that we just saw the ornament at the top of the tree. My Dad (who was Jewish and objected to the celebration) pointed out how insane this was. (But, we ignored him and had our big family ham dinner in spite of him.)

    In our celebrations, kids plates get filled first, then the men, and women were last to be served. That way, the women would look at what is left in the dishes, and knowing what had to be put away when the table was cleared, each woman would take a few extra bites just to empty the dish.

    The unwrapping of gifts was so hectic with wrapping paper, ribbons, and boxes flying around the room in clutter you could not walk through. We did not get to see the individual’s delight, as they opened their presents. It was like a flurry of greed!!!

    This would be followed by the men circling the TV and falling asleep as the football game lit the room. The women were washing dishes and then pies of all kinds were served. My Mom would be begging the men to have pie, but they were all drinking beer and beer doesn’t mix well with fruit pies. The women sat and ate pie and talked. The women cleaned up the messy room and men carried boxes of presents to the car. Then they carried sleepy children to the car.

    It was Christmas Eve and each family put their children to bed, so that they could stay up all night assembling toys until 5:30 am. Then, adults got just a little sleep, until the kids woke them up at 6:00 am to joyfully shout out what Santa had brought them!!!! —- Still half asleep, we would watch the children enjoy their toys. It was Christmas.

    The only change to this came when I was married to Lowell Henry and had his two boys for Christmas. My husband’s ex-wife would burst through the front door with Christmas tamales that she INSISTED we had to eat!!! So, I knew not to cook anything for Christmas, because Silvia was there with Christmas tamales, a Mexican tradition.

    Reply

    You must be to vote.

    • Author
      Scarlett 1 year ago

      @ladybarbara my niece loves Christmas tamales!

      Reply

      You must be to vote.

      • ladybarbara 12 months ago

        @Scarlett I was not raised with them. My 5th husband had two sons from a previous marriage and his ex-wife used to burst into my household and demand that we eat the tamales that she cooked for Christmas. I don’t like it when someone comes bursting in my door and shoving her way in to insist that I change ANYTHING. One year, I was in the middle of serving my husband and the kids a pancake breakfast. Sylvia (the ex wife) bursted in and took my pancakes out from in front of my husband and the kids. She grabbed my plate and I hit her. My husband and the kids hung their heads in hang-dog fashion and said, “We have to eat these, Mom said so.” As much as I did love each of Lowell Henry’s ex-wives, I resented being pushed aside in my own house and bossed around. I do love tamales, but Silvia’s tamales were not very tasty. They had a bitter undertone to the taste. After the attack on my pancake breakfast, I gave in and never fixed Christmas pancakes again.

        My husband’s ex-wife painted a plaque for my kitchen that said, “It may not be like your home, but you must adapt to it.” I hung it in my kitchen anyway, —- even though it was insulting. Those kids were born and raised in my house and considered it “home”. Their mother remarried and lived in Arizona, in a new house. She wanted the kids to think of her new house as “home”. I gave in and did not argue.

        Reply

        You must be to vote.

  2. ladybarbara 1 year ago

    My late husband, Lowell Henry, hated to buy gifts. He never wrapped any gift he bought. He presented it in the store bag, pointing out that the bag was decorated with the store name and maybe Christmas salutations. He would tie the bag handles together and ….. it was wrapped!!!

    One year, he bought me a crow bar (pry bar) because it was green. He put a red bow on it and presented it to me in the tan Home Depot bag. I laughed at such a gift, but when re-doing the bathroom, it came in handy for removing the baseboards. Now, 17 years later, Immortal Pirate used it to remove the old kitchen sink and we replaced our sink with a new stainless steel sink. It was the big Christmas present that we each gave one another. That crow bar came in handy.

    Reply

    You must be to vote.

    • Author
      Scarlett 1 year ago

      @ladybarbara the universe acts in strange ways sometimes. Will IP wrap your gift? Are either of you having trouble with the site? There is something wrong causing me not to be able to start a convo.

      Reply

      You must be to vote.

      • ladybarbara 12 months ago

        @Scarlett There are times that Immortal Pirate wrapped a present to give to me. Mostly, between us, we buy the gift right in front of the other and say “Merry Christmas!”, or “Happy birthday!”, then give it as is.

        This Christmas, I had my heart set on a silver bracelet I saw in the store. Immortal Pirate bought the bright and shiny bracelet that was next to it that had yellow gold designs on it. I do not wear yellow gold. He let me open the box and see the bracelet he bought. I was disappointed because I will not wear gold. It was a beautiful bracelet that I would not be wearing. He went back to the store and exchanged it for the silver bracelet that I had my heart set on. It is silver feathers and has a Native American design. I am glad that he did not wrap the first bracelet and put it with the presents on the decorated pirate ship — to wait for Christmas. Because it was a same day return and exchange, it was easier to exchange. Now, I am wearing my Christmas present from my Pirate. I think of our love every time I look at it on my wrist.

        Reply

        You must be to vote.

  3. immortal_pirate 1 year ago

    Decorating the pirate ship in my dining room with strings of Christmas lights.

    Reply

    You must be to vote.

  4. griz 1 year ago

    The whole Christmas season was beyond magical for me. Despite meager means we always had something in the stocking and something under the tree.

    Perhaps that is what made it all the more miraculous? I knew the folks could not afford it.

    Yet somehow they always did.

    We survived.

    And we flourished.

    Despite the odds.

    And despite the realities!

    Maybe that’s what Christmas is all about?

    Reply

    You must be to vote.

    • Author
      Scarlett 1 year ago

      @griz same. for all the trouble there was around my family of origin home, we always had Christmas

      Reply

      You must be to vote.

      • griz 12 months ago

        @Scarlett
        That’s perhaps the proverbial Christmas miracle?

        Managing to give what one cannot (or barely) afford unto the blessing of another?

        I’m thinking more of generosity of spirit than commercialism or materialism. Though poverty does seem to have an advantage in this over riches.

        (But here’s hoping people don’t enslave themselves to debt just to try and prove this!)

        Reply

        You must be to vote.

  5. Jear77 12 months ago

    Growing up, the 1st Lutheran church i attended, we made homemade ornaments for their Christmas tree every year. We also had a potluck afterwards did carol-sings in the area

    Reply

    You must be to vote.

  6. five2one 12 months ago

    Going to visit the family in my hometown.

    Best memory, standouts, hard to say. Certainly recall an early christmas eve at the old house, where we stayed up a bit after the christmas party and just admired the tree. I don’t recall the party, but the audience back then was huge.

    Otherwise, I recall fondly a Christmas after Star Wars, and getting Star Wars gifts. Star Wars was a huge point of hope, in my life.

    No irony to the later retitling, a new hope.

    Like much mythos metaphors, this one had substance: empire is defeatable by heart.

    Reply

    You must be to vote.

©2019 Soul Sequel | All Rights Reserved

 
or

Log in with your credentials

or    

Forgot your details?

or

Create Account