Boy and I are getting our Christmas tree tonight, and this will be my
first real tree since living in my parents’ home. Now don’t get me wrong, I had my fair share
of fake trees in college dorms and community houses, but a real tree in my own
home . . . to say I’m ecstatic would be an understatement. Growing up, my mom put up eight (that’s right,
8!) Christmas trees in our home. When I told Philip this, his jaw dropped, and
I think he was slightly terrified of what traditions could transpire in the
coming years. I don’t plan on setting up
eight Christmas trees, but I do love many of the traditions my parents
introduced to us children, and I am so looking forward to creating traditions
of our own. Here are some traditions from my childhood . . .
*Baking oodles of cookies and giving them as presents to our friends
and extended family
*Attending our church’s candlelight service on Christmas Eve
*Putting on a ‘talent show’ at our family’s Christmas gathering. My
mom always made my sister and I play carols on the piano, which I publicly
hated, but secretly loved.
*Reading the story of Christ’s birth as we sipped coffee and hot cocoa
in the wee hours of Christmas morning before opening gifts
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