Merry Christmas!
No. You didn't oversleep. No. You didn't time travel. No. I'm not losing it (at least not in this particular instance).
This afternoon, my husband, son and I will celebrate the holiday together as a family, opening gifts, drinking Nog and singing carols. Because we live away from our families, and have for the entire time we've known each other, Tim and I have become rather flexible about traditions. That is, we don't really have any. Not having traditions IS our tradition -- we're fly-by-the-seat-of-our-sleigh kinda folks.
Santa will still visit Henry on Christmas Day at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Kansas. Santa's the one constant, the one sure thing, in our holiday plans. We've been pukey on Christmas, we've been in Utah and Kansas and Missouri and Iowa (not at the same time, mind you), we've had snow and ice and rain and sun, we've done turkey and ham and one year -- long before I knew Tim -- my mom even did lasagna (for which, she is still receiving much grief).
My point with all this rambling is that while tradition is all well and good, some of the best memories (or at least most memorable times) can come from bucking tradition.
So enjoy your moments this holiday season. Stick a bow on your head, belt out "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" and hope those eggs in the Nog have been pasteurized.
Merry Christmas!
No. You didn't oversleep. No. You didn't time travel. No. I'm not losing it (at least not in this particular instance).
This afternoon, my husband, son and I will celebrate the holiday together as a family, opening gifts, drinking Nog and singing carols. Because we live away from our families, and have for the entire time we've known each other, Tim and I have become rather flexible about traditions. That is, we don't really have any. Not having traditions IS our tradition -- we're fly-by-the-seat-of-our-sleigh kinda folks.
Santa will still visit Henry on Christmas Day at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Kansas. Santa's the one constant, the one sure thing, in our holiday plans. We've been pukey on Christmas, we've been in Utah and Kansas and Missouri and Iowa (not at the same time, mind you), we've had snow and ice and rain and sun, we've done turkey and ham and one year -- long before I knew Tim -- my mom even did lasagna (for which, she is still receiving much grief).
My point with all this rambling is that while tradition is all well and good, some of the best memories (or at least most memorable times) can come from bucking tradition.
So enjoy your moments this holiday season. Stick a bow on your head, belt out "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" and hope those eggs in the Nog have been pasteurized.
Merry Christmas!
Comments
When was the lasagna year? I'm not sure I remember that.
One of the presents I wrapped for Henry, I labeled from Santa. That's okay with you guys isn't it? Brett told me I should make sure. ;) If it's not, it's cool.
Have fun tonight!