Christmas Traditions

This time of year is really exciting for our family – both immediate and extended.  Our boys totally understand Christmas and Santa Clause, up to and including Jesus, his birthday, and why the season is important.  Seeing them learn and comprehend is something to behold.  With Christmas, I enjoy the present, and I appreciate the traditions and memories that I had as a kid.

There are a few Christmas traditions that I remember:

The Tree: We always cut our tree down, but it wasn’t for some Instagram photoshoot.  It was because we really enjoyed it.  We went just north of our hometown to a farm where my dad knew a guy, and we trudged through the woods, found one, and cut it down.  We drug it out, strapped it to the top of the station wagon, and drove it home.  We’d let it sit outside in the stand for a couple of days, then bring it into our living room.  We’d always decorate on a Sunday afternoon after the Falcons had gloriously lost again, pushing my overly-loyal father to mix his first Scotch & Water well before the end of the 4th quarter.

He’d turn the TV off, and Mom would put on the ‘Big Chill’ or ‘Dirty Dancing’ soundtracks (on vinyl), and we’d get to work on the lights.  Mom would sit on the couch and set out the ornaments pulled from old tissue in shirt boxes, and my dad, brother, and I would load up the tree.  A couple of takeaways: 1. The Falcons are still terrible.  My loyalties are for sale, Saints/Titans/Panthers fans.  Let’s talk.  2. They don’t make Christmas Lights like they used to.  We had a string of lights that actually had colored water that would bubble from the heat of the bulbs.  Incredible, and I’m sure in violation of multiple fire/health codes.  Totally worth it.

Christmas Eve:  My grandparents on my dad’s side lived in Sandy Springs, and we always went down to their place on Christmas Eve.  Grandmother and Grandfather were the more formal of my two sets of grandparents, and Christmas Eve dinner was HER event.  She pulled out all the stops.  Keep in mind she was a VERY proper woman who never wore pants and enjoyed tea every day at 3 PM.  No joke.  Anyway, we’d put on our Sunday best and head to their place.  I remember they’d put out the most delicious hors d’evours, and the drinks would start flowing.  We had to wait until after dinner to retire to the living room for gifts, and dinner was coursed.  It took FOREVER.  I don’t remember much about the meal, only that her ‘dressing’ (never ‘stuffing’ at her house) was delicious and quite different than what we’d experience the next day.  Once she served dessert – pre-made parfaits in just the right glasses.  Spiked Creme de menthe for the adults, and chocolate for my brother and me.  Finally, we’d head into the living room, where my brother and I would distribute the gifts to everyone’s designated piles.

Then the opening: we’d go around the room, opening one gift at a time.  It was agonizing…waiting for your turn.  Especially as a kid knowing what was under that wrapping paper.  After what seemed like six hours, we’d finally finish up, pack up the station wagon, and head home.  Takeaways: 1. Hors d’evours make a get together really special.  2. I can’t wait to institute the around-the-horn present opening structure with my boys.  It teaches them the patience of Job.

Christmas Day:  Since we rolled in at about midnight, the 6:00 AM wake-up usually took my parents by surprise.  However, my brother and me (who shared a room) would be at the top of the stairs ready to go.  My parents, recovering from the night before AND an early morning, would begrudgingly put on their robes and allow us to run downstairs.  We had to open our stockings first, which were hung above the fireplace in the family room.  Usually small gifts and candy, it bought my parents an hour to make coffee, wake up and get their wheels turning for what was to be a looooong day.

After stockings, we’d clean up the den (always), then we were allowed to head to the living room…where the Christmas Tree and all that Santa left were waiting.  Now – my mom is the type to wrap everything.  She’d wrap a two-pack of AA batteries separate from the new toy where batteries were required.  On top of the fact that they instituted the around-the-horn/one-at-a-time opening structure, it was a long morning.  We’d start opening, and the wrapping paper would start to accumulate.  We’d stuff large paper grocery bags with the paper for later…  Once we were done with the gifts, we had to clean up.  Including vacuuming and dusting…because mom’s parents were on their way.

Dad would go make breakfast for everyone, and we’d all get dressed.  After lunch our other set of grandparents would arrive, driving up from Jacksonville after visiting my mom’s sister and family.  We’d all head to the driveway to meet them, and help them unpack the neverending trunk of their brown Crown Victoria.  Then we’d all head into the freshly cleaned living room for the day’s second round of opening presents.  The same rules applied: around the horn/one at a time.  On top of that, my Granddad would use his pocket knife to cut the tape so as not to rip the wrapping paper.  His view was that it could be saved for next year.  I miss that guy.

Picture the familiar scene: Mom and Grandmother buzzing around a small kitchen preparing Christmas dinner, which was completely different than the night before.  This was the ‘southern’ version of Christmas dinner that did more to inspire the early iteration of Garden & Gun than anything else.  This set of grandparents was more ‘country’ compared to my Dad’s parents.  Turkey and ham, sweet potato casserole w/pecans, mashed potatoes, greens, cornbread stuffing, and gravy on everything.  It was a gutbuster meal.  The kind of meal that resulted in coveted leftovers for the next couple of days. By the time we were finished, we were all too tired to do anything.  We’d struggle through washing dishes and all be asleep by 9 PM.

The Burning:  Within the next couple of days, we’d have the tree down, and 5-6 paper grocery bags stuffed with wrapping paper.  Mom and Dad lived on a lot and a half – the half lot my dad used as a garden in the Spring and Summer.  After all the vegetables died off, he’d start piling up limbs and yard debris.  By Christmas, we’d have a good, dry pile.  We also didn’t live inside the city limits, so we were allowed to burn.  We’d throw a match on the pile of wood and debris and get it burned down pretty good.  Then we’d toss on the extremely dry tree and bags of wrapping paper.  It was a pyro show like no other.  20′ high blaze for about 45 seconds.  Then we’d sit and watch it all burn out.  I can’t believe nothing bad ever came of it.  Mom always stayed inside.  It was one of those annual ‘you can have a sip of my beer’ events that every 13-year-old remembers for the rest of their life.

Ahh…memories.

What are some of your old Christmas traditions?

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8 Comments

  1. Darin Nunn
    12/22/2022 / 8:21 AM

    Thx for sharing. Many similar and we do the one at a time still with our adult children. Merry Christmas!

  2. NEM
    12/22/2022 / 9:01 AM

    Growing up the youngest of three boys, I could not wait to ditch that ’round-the-Horn routine!

    When my girls were little, and still to this day as adults, their mom places the From: Santa gifts unwrapped in their chairs in the living room by the tree. It’s a civilized free for all event, and we love it.

    Merry Christmas!!

  3. Andrew
    12/22/2022 / 9:17 AM

    Love hearing about your traditions/memories. Similar to mine. Both sets of grandparents were local. A good meal Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Usually a huge Christmas with all kinds of Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins coming into town for the day. Always church on Christmas Eve. I remember being hungry during the hour long service and couldn’t wait to go home. Open one present. Eat. And wake up to a living room full of gifts.

  4. JOHN PETSCH
    12/22/2022 / 9:38 AM

    Christmas Eve-church around 5:30 and while we were out my mother in law would come to our house and put out
    the pajama fairy panamas for the family. Sometimes matching-usually themed. The kids (now all grown) always loved that one. Dinners ranged from carry out/pizza to charcuterie boards as large as the counter. Only presents were the ones from my brother and his family as that was the tradition from my side of the family.

    Christmas Day we would also do the around the horn and it sure did make for some patient kiddos! Stockings were always last as they were small gifts plus socks and underwear. The small gifts were always something fun and worth digging through the socks ! I make a big breakfast and get something fun I the smoker like a turkey or standing rib roast. Great food and drink throughout the day and phone calls to all the loved ones-family and friends.

    As the kids are older with significant others we are holding very tightly to our traditions but know they will soon change and adapt as we move forward.

    Cheers and Merry Christmas!

  5. Kyle Souleyrette
    12/22/2022 / 9:56 AM

    We do the one at a time style as well, a favorite tradition of mine.

    My paternal granddad also used his pocket knife to carefully open his presents, very careful to not rip any of the paper. He’d then fold it up very neatly, and hand it to my Grandmaw. My mom told me when she first got in the family, my grandmother would iron it and use the same wrapping paper again next year. She eventually talked her out of doing that.

    Habits from surviving the depression die hard.

  6. CCE
    12/22/2022 / 5:56 PM

    My favorite Christmas tradition, and one my wife and I will eventually make our own, is from a family friend’s annual Christmas Eve party. My grandparents’ neighbor threw one hell of party (white gloved help, valet), and Santa even made an appearance. Upon entering the foyer of their home, the host would take a candid Polaroid photo of your group. I have the Polaroids saved from my first (2 years old) to my last (27 y/o)party, just before the lovely hostess passed away. Polaroids show the fashion of the 80s/90s and how our family changed and grew. Very cool party tradition!

  7. Rob
    12/22/2022 / 9:50 PM

    Great memories!

  8. Nacho
    12/23/2022 / 11:01 AM

    We would all go to Midnight Mass, come home, open gifts (it would start as around the horn, but very quickly devolve into a family free for all), then we would have dinner and eventually head to bed around 3-4 in the morning.

    The other big day is Los Tres Reyes Magos, on the 6th of January. This is when the 3 Kings arrived, and there would be another big dinner and this is when you’d exchange 1-2 more meaningful gifts.

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