Friday, December 26, 2025

Over Already?

How can Christmas be over already? No matter how hard I try to slow it down, it always comes and goes in quite a whirlwind--although it's the very best kind of whirlwind. 

My daughter arrived home on the afternoon of the 22nd, followed by my MIL, whose plane landed that evening. After that, it was a blur of activity, noise, laughter, boys wrestling, and of course, traditions!

A few days of annual must do's included:

  • watching The Grinch, Home Alone, White Christmas, and It's a Wonderful Life
  • taking our light drive with hot cider and cookies
  • cut out cookies baking led by my husband on Christmas Eve morning.
  • Christmas Eve (afternoon) service
  • dinner in the dining room (Why don't we eat in there more often?)
  • three pairs of matching Christmas jammies
  • cookies and homemade hot cocoa for Christmas morning 
  • opening the wrapped stocking gifts
  • exchanging family gifts
  • working in the kitchen (this year it was beef stew and soda bread)
  • playing a card game 
  • extended family dinner
  • walking through the Festival of Trees
We continue being festive through to New Year's Day, including my daughter's birthday on the 30th and then my son's on January 5th. Whew! The whirlwind continues, and that makes me happy - I like it to last as long as possible!

Hope your Christmas season was full of joy, love, and your own family traditions. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Stolen Traditions

I finished up my wrapping, so I'm feeling quite accomplished today. I don't love wrapping, but I do have fun with the name tags, just like my mom used to. Yes, I stole her silly tradition and my kids love it. 

She would always fill the from space with anything but Mom and Dad. Sometimes it was just the name of the store where the gift came from - back then it was often the Sear's Catalog. But she also came up with other silly things. Like the year Barry Gibb gave me a Bee-Gees album (Yes, I'm that old). 

So as I sat on the floor of the office over the last few days, I amused myself as I wrote out my to's and my from's on each gift tag. I'd share a few, but my children have been known to look at my blog from time to time and I can't ruin the surprise. I've discovered that tag reading on Christmas morning ranks pretty high.

Stocking stuffers get wrapped and tagged too, again because that's what my mom did. My husband grew up with unwrapped stuffers so he thought wrapping them was strange and vice versa, but unwrapping those tiny gifts was always my favorite part, so my childhood tradition prevailed.

I stole several other of her Christmas traditions as well: cookies for breakfast on Christmas morning, white candles in every window, and baking nut tussies.

Out of all our traditions, the ones I stole from my mom might be just a little more special. Not because they mean more than the rest, but because they were hers.

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Christmas Trees

Christmas trees are one of my most favorite things. In my house, I have two, the large tree that we put in the front window and a smaller twig tree that my parents gave me as a housewarming present when we moved to Tennessee. I absolutely love both, but if one had to go, "Goodbye, twig tree!" I need a real tree! 

I am going to go ahead and blame my dad for this one, but I am a tree snob. At some point, I'd say during my teenage years, he started allowing me to choose the tree as we walked the beautiful Christmas tree farm. Even though it hadn't always been the case when I was younger, I began picking the fullest tree I could find. Yes, height was important, but fullness was key for me. I became extremely picky - who am I kidding? Picky was an understatement. When we moved from Pennsylvania and away from Christmas tree farms, the selection became limited and many years were spent lamenting over the size, or lack thereof, of our tree. It was only a few years ago that I was able to put my tree perfectionism on a shelf and simply enjoy whatever tree stood in our study. 

The decorating is easy - white lights and treasured Christmas ornaments given to me by my mom. The handmade stuffed and sequined ornaments that she collected over the years were always my favorite. The ladies of a local church made these beautiful creations every year and sold them at their bazaar.  Some were individual and some were sets - like Pinocchio, Geppetto, and Jiminy Cricket! When my parents stopped decorating a large tree as they got older, those precious ornaments were passed on to me. What a gift! We also add rag garland and a bunch of other ornaments that I've collected over the years.

My favorite, although slightly embarrassing, Christmas tree memory is from the December I was pregnant with my firstborn; my husband and I walked over to the Home Depot to choose a tree. It was a sad selection to say the least, and I settled on one that was at least a little better than most of them. We carried it home across a field and into our neighborhood. You can already tell it wasn't impressive in size if a pregnant woman was able to help carry it home! 


My dear husband, who had grown up with artificial trees, put it in its stand and began reaching for the lights. That was, until his eight months pregnant wife caught sight of it. Let's blame the hormones for me not being able to handle the sight of that imperfect tree. I mean, it had to be the hormones--why else would I go sit in my walk-in-closet so my husband wouldn't see me crying over a tree. It obviously took me a while to get myself back together, because when I finally emerged from the closet and walked into the living room, the tree looked different, and definitely somewhat improved. I mean, I know branches relax once a tree has been brought inside, but it was more than that. 

My husband had carried the tree back to Home Depot, explained that his pregnant wife was quite unhappy, and exchanged it for a different tree. Which he then walked back home. Our "pregnancy tree" certainly didn't turn out to be one of our nicest, but it probably is the tree we remember the most! 

Wednesday, December 3, 2025

Advent

When I was growing up, Advent was something we celebrated in church. We did have a paper Advent calendar hanging on our kitchen door that my sister and I took turns opening each year. I loved those calendars, but growing up, I didn't give Advent much thought.

Perhaps it was my years of teaching at a Catholic school that stirred up excitement about the season. I remember making Advent wreaths with my students every December. The Advent lessons I was required to teach talked about it being a season of preparation, and that stuck with me. 

Then before I was even pregnant with my firstborn, my sister gifted me the most perfect Advent calendar. It is cloth and has pockets with the date embroidered on each one. I could not wait until my daughter was old enough to reach inside the pockets each day and pull out whatever I had tucked inside.

Over the years, the things I have tucked many things. When my children were younger, I would include a verse from the book of Luke, that when put together, told the Christmas story. I probably have included candy the most, but there have been years when matchbox cars, Lego minifigures, scrunchies, earrings, stickers, and various other small gifts have made their way into those little pockets. And yes, even with two teen boys, this tradition continues on.

Each year when my daughter hangs a little glittery snowman on the tree, she reminds me that it was in the Advent calendar. And that was the very first pocket of the very first year she reached inside. Do I love that she remembers? More than I can say.

We also have an Advent wreath with candles. That's reserved for Sundays, although there may have been a time or two when we ended up doing it on Monday morning because mom forgot. Before I bought our family the wreath and candles, I had my little ones make their own out of things like construction paper and toilet paper rolls--just like back in my teaching days. 

One last tradition was admittedly hit or miss over the years, but I want to include it because even though we may not have always actively done it, it was displayed for sentimental reasons--my husband made it. So many times, I've had an idea and asked, "Can you do this?" Never has the answer been no.

The Jesse Tree that he made for our family is something that could be sold on Etsy, it was beautiful. He found a twisted branch, stained some dowels and a block of wood, and then burned images onto wooden discs, which he then drilled a hole in, stained, and tied with a red ribbon. The children always liked hanging up the ornaments but not always listening to the extensive readings that went along with each one. Sometimes I would shorten the reading, or I would simply set it up when we decorated for Christmas.

The weeks before Christmas are so much fun and quite busy, but these traditions helped to keep my little ones focused on what was most important to our family--celebrating Jesus's birth.



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