Most of my favorite memories of Christmas as a child have to do with relatives.
I am blessed to have a huge extended family with dozens of cousins and aunts and uncles with whom I share a very close bond, so Christmas at our house was always filled with laughter, singing and children running throughout the house.
Christmas Eve was spent with my mom’s side of the family, eating dinner, playing games and opening gifts. On Christmas morning the family would return to our house for my dad’s famous Christmas breakfast.
We would rush to open presents, feed everyone and head to my grandparents’ house to spend Christmas Day with my dad’s side of the family. Again we would eat Christmas dinner, play games and open gifts. After spending hours with our cousins we headed to my aunt and uncle’s house where every year they had an open house for family and friends and again we would eat and play games––the present opening was over for the day.
These traditions continued on after I was married until my son, my husband and I moved to Western Washington, away from family, however, we have tried to keep the traditions that we were both raised with and share them with our children while creating our own.
We have a beautiful Chirstmas Eve dinner and open a few gifts. There is no crowd of cousins but the love and spirit we feel is still the same.
Christmas morning comes and again, we open presents and Dad makes his family’s traditional Christmas breakfast. We play with the toys and games but then, we take a nap. That is one tradition I have come to love!
While our traditions have evolved into memories for our children, we have learned that it doesn’t matter how many of us are sitting around the Christmas table or even the Christmas tree, what does matter is that we celebrate the true meaning of Christmas with people we love.
That is the wish that we, at the Lake Stevens Journal have for each of you, our readers.