And so it is Christmas.
When I was a little girl, every Christmas morning you would find me in the kitchen , making fruit salad for the big Christmas lunch that my Mom held for family friends. The people in attendance might change, but the menu — baked hen and ham — and the holiday event at our house were a reassuring tradition.
Christmas Eve was also the same evening year after year. Mass in the early evening. Home for appetizers and homemade candy before opening gifts. A strictly family affair, I can remember being rather peeved the first time one of my brothers introduced a girlfriend into the proceedings.
Tradition was so important back then.
Now that my mother is gone, and my brothers and sisters are scattered across the country, our holiday ‘tradition’ changes every year. We exchange gifts via Skype now — how cool is that? The day and time changes every year now, but that’s part of the adventure.
Just being together in whatever way works — that’s the tradition that is most important.
Merry Christmas everyone!
