Here we are, two days before the new year and I’m just now getting around to blogging about Christmas. I’ve followed this same timeframe for the last 10 years so why mess with tradition now?
Mom and the twins arrived at our house the night before Christmas Eve. I treated them to a Hallmark movie that night because what says Christmas like a predictable love story and fake snow?
We went to a Christmas Eve service this year. I didn’t go to church the night before Christmas until I was married but I think it’s a beautiful new tradition. We planned to attend a service I thought was at 5:30 but found out at 4:50 was really at 5 o’clock. Since we ended up with a few extra minutes I had Aaron take a family picture of us. I love Aaron but he is not a skilled photographer. He points the camera in the general direction of the subjects and pushes the button. It was a horrible angle and I looked awful. I hadn’t tried on my outfit before that night and thought I looked awful but I didn’t have any other options so I had to wear it. I have been so self-conscious lately about how I look. I took one look at the picture and started to cry. And cry and cry. I wanted to be thinner. I wanted the rest of the family to be here. I was having a third Christmas without a new baby. It was a straw that broke the camels back situation. This is just the holly, jolly Christmas recap you came here for!
I pulled myself together and we got to the service with a few minutes to spare.
My dainty daughter hiccuped and coughed through the entire holy service. A lady on the end of the row in front of us heard the commotion and all my shushing (the whole church did) and passed us a box of mints. This was the first year Annabelle paid attention to the candlelit portion of the service and needless to say she had a million questions. How would it be lit? Would the whole church burn down? Could she take the candle home? Would I have a candle too? Did we have to share candles? Would it be hot? Could she hold it? Who was going to lit it? Would it hurt when it was lit?
This was the fifth year in a row AB wore this dress. I’ll make her wear it until college.
Growing up we always did the same thing for Christmas. We went to one uncle’s for Christmas Eve and a different relatives house for Christmas Day. I felt almost lost trying to decide how to make our own traditions. One tradition I carried over was making artichoke dip. It isn’t a holiday without hot dip! After the service, we ate, played games and played music together. Aaron played the keyboard, Christopher played the drums and Annabelle passed out instruments for the music basket for the rest of us. I don’t want to boast. But I’m a mean tambourine shaker. It was so fun.
For Christmas, Annabelle made Christopher a little book about their Saturday morning tradition. Almost every week they go to Daddy, Daughter Breakfasts while I sleep in. It’s a tradition we all enjoy. She wrote the pictures and told me what to write on each page. Look how she’s looking at him! It melts my heart.
For Christmas, Annabelle made Christopher a little book about their Saturday morning tradition. Almost every week they go to Daddy, Daughter Breakfasts while I sleep in. It’s a tradition we all enjoy. She wrote the pictures and told me what to write on each page. Look how she’s looking at him! It melts my heart.
One page in the book was stickers that reminded her of him. “I think Daddy needs a bear sticker because we’re a bear family. And a soda sticker! Are there any library stickers? But Dad doesn’t go to the library because he reads books we already have and read them on his phone and the couch and, yeah. I think a movie sticker is good too. Can we buy some stickers for me too?”
Last year Annabelle started asking for a marble track. For whatever reason we didn’t give her one last year so I wanted to be sure we did it this year. We also got her a bike. We have a large yard but much much for her to do outside. We don’t have a place for her to do chalk and no paved driveway for her to drive the tricycle. She can ride this bike on the dirt patches and, bonus points, stick her babies in the little seat in the back and take them for a ride.
For Christmas dinner, I planned on making our traditional four-course Italian meal. Turns out it’s easier when there are seven aunts around to help. I made antipasto, chicken soup, and ravioli and saved the roast beef for another night. I use only the finest family heirloom dishes.
Just kidding. They’re from Dollar Tree.
I hope your Christmas was full of joy and cookies and free of tears. I ate more cookies than should be allowed but Christmas comes only once a year so I live it up while I can.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I really enjoy your blog. I don't comment generally (I'm a reader, not a writer), but I'm so sorry that you cried at Christmas, and I hope that the next one will include everything that this one was missing. Best wishes.