Christmas Traditions
Yes it's been awhile.. not this is not where I will bring y'all up to date I will do that another time. Instead right now I'm feeling all Christmassy and I have a need to muse about a couple things.
So in my family Christmas is a very special time of year.
It's my favorite time of year as everyone is happy, together and there are not many bad surprises. Things are traditional and done a certain way, and I tend to like that in life. Christmas Eve we have dinner, generally at Grandma's but that part doesn't need to stay the same. We have perogies, plachinki, cabbage rolls, bubbly bake, kolbasa, and anything else they decide to add that year. It's when I get to see Uncle Chris, Trish and the kids, and it's when we exchange gifts. I guess over the years I've taken this tradition for granted, as I've always expected it to be. There was one year we didn't do it but that was because Grandma was ill, otherwise it has ALWAYS happened. This year I was faced with the horror that it might not actually happen. Mom was in no shape to do it, and Grandma is 80 and can't be expected to continue to do it every year as it is a lot of work to host a big dinner for 13 people. I understand these reasons, but it made me unexplanably sad. I couldn't help it, without Christmas Eve dinner there was no Christmas in my eyes. It's something I've always done, and something I plan to continue with when and if I have children. So it was decided that if I help out the three days before Christmas, Grandma and I could do it. I felt quite relieved but it got me thinking about traditions, and really the only REAL traditions my family has are the ones around Christmas. Of course I havn't just been thinking about our traditions but traditions in general. I mean some of them seem so very silly, to outsiders, but when it's a tradition that you've been observing since you can remember than it's something more than just a silly routine.
I was on a forum the other night and I saw a topic about Christmas Eve and new jammies. It made me smile because even when she couldn't afford it, mom always managed to get my sister and I new jammies for Christmas Eve. Even now, she tries, of course it's a little harder to find something that fits (me anyways) as well the jammies are a little more expensive so that tradition isn't always a yearly thing. Which is fine, but when it does happen it's all that more special because it reminds me of when I was younger and how lucky I was to have the mom I had. I don't know if she's done it again for this year but I look forward to finding out. She's always tried to hide the fact she bought the jammies, and sometimes she can be very clever about it. However Stephanie and I usually know it's coming before it does.
So jammies aside I had an experience today that really got me thinking. I was over at my Grandma's dealing with a seating emergency (basically figuring out how we were going to fit 13 people in her apartment) and I suddenly asked her where her chimes were. She said she hadn't put them up. Now let me explain, when I was little Grandma always had these two chimes, one with Santa on it one with Santa and Mrs Claus, they also had some holly and other Christmassy stuff. To me they were magical. Uncle Chris used to lift me up and run me down the hall so I could hit them and hear them tinkle. So today Grandma knew where the chimes were and we got them out. I took a really good look at them and I realized that they have seen better days. All they were, was some plastic figurines, with their paint flacking off, ontop of some plastic holly connected to some metal chimes with fishing wire. I was a little discouraged. Where was the magical chimes from my childhood. These couldn't be the same ones..... Then I rang them and the smile returned to my face. It didn't matter than the chimes looked like they were 30 years old and about to fall apart, they still sounded magical and the sound of them brought me back to so many Christmases ago. I told her we had to put them up and we did.
It's this that really got me thinking and I realized that it's not the items that are special because they are expensive or beautiful, but the memories that go along with them and the magic of Christmas that makes them light up the eyes of many of my family members when they ring.
After we hung up the chimes Grandma and I were talking about Christmases past and I brought up the walking santa. When I was like two my Grandma bought me this Santa that plays We Wish You a Merry Christmas, walks and rings his bell. For 1985 it was pretty cool. She gave it to me last year, and told me to keep it for my children and my place when I decorate for Christmas. Mom and I took Santa out last year and tried to turn him on, and he didn't work. We changed the batteries, and still no life. This was upsetting because even though Santa's suit was not as soft as it had once been, his beard was a little grey looking and the bell had almost lost it's ringy ding it was still my Ho Ho. I think I'm going to take the little guy to someone to see if he can be fixed.
Yup so that's my thoughts at the moment, and yes I know they are random but this is my journal so you can deal with it.
Basically to sum it all up, I love traditions, no matter how silly, or old or crummy, they just make the holiday season the special thing it is for me. I'm not a huge fan of change that I have no control over, and Christmas time is the one time of year where I usually know exactly what to expect and when. This is (I've concluded) why I love Christmas so very much.
Alright well Happy Holidays to all that are reading this.
Who knows, I might post again soon....
Jessica







































