As a child, we had several Christmas traditions that I loved.
*making a garland with popcorn and cranberries
*candlelight Christmas Eve services at church
*The Brenda Lee Christmas Album
*decorating the tree as a family
*baking cookies with mom
*Christmas Eve dinner (one time my parents did an appetizer theme and we thought we were hot stuff)
*opening one present on Christmas Eve
Now I am the parent.
Yikes.
I am a parent.
Is that not the weirdest thing ever?
And not just of one.
Four!
That's insane.
I am really getting close to the ripe old age of 30.
How ridiculous is that?
And I still have acne.
Has the world gone mad?
Four kids . . . what were we not thinking?
I kid!
I jest!
Calm down.
I love them with all my heart.
Here's my quandary for the day:
Am I doing a good job as a parent making Christmas special?
Not with presents.
But am I doing a good job making my own traditions?
And am I showing them consistently throughout the season the true meaning of Christmas?
I was wondering . . . if it wouldn't be too much trouble . . .
Could you let me know some of your favorite traditions or memories of Christmastime?
FYI: I might steal them.
Thank you.
