
Christmas is my favorite season of the year. Everyone seems to be in a good mood, great food is always in the kitchen, beautifully decorated houses are everywhere, and the weather is perfect to play outside. I sat in Sunday School today trying to remember my favorite holiday traditions from when I was younger. Maybe Jen, Tif, Kyle, and Karl can help me add to my memories before we all forget them.
When I was younger I always enjoyed building snowmen in the front yard. The backyard was reserved for playing 'rabbit and the fox' if the snow stayed footprint free. That was one of my favorite games of winter. My Mom was always baking treats at Christmas: fudge (the best), peanut brittle, peanut butter chocolate things that I didn't care for (peanut butter and chocolate should never mix), chocolate pretzels, and tons of cookies. We always put up our tree during family night the Monday after Thanksgiving. I enjoyed unwrapping decorations and remembering Christmas's past. Some of those decorations died-thankfully- while others are hanging from my tree (look in the back). We usually made an ornament to hang from the tree. I remember stringing red and white beads on wire to create candy canes, then there was the clothes pin reindeer, imitation stain glass ornaments that we had to carefully put the colored beads to melt in, and regular candy cane reindeer. I also remember going to the Freeport Ward Christmas party and performing in the Nativity each year. I remember being a sheep one year and another year I was a candle holder. We also celebrated Joseph Smith's birthday (Dec. 23) each year with a cake. That was my Dad's idea, I think he liked any reason to have cake. We also would go Christmas caroling every year to people in the ward. We would sing a song or two outside, get invited in if we were lucky for a few cookies, then leave singing We Wish you a Merry Christmas. That tradition died when we moved to Mesa and there were much better singers out caroling.
Christmas Eve brought us putting together our cardboard nativities while Dad read in Luke, and putting out cookies and carrots for Santa and the reindeer. A few years when we were younger Jen, Tif, and I would sleep in the same year- but that never lasted long since we wouldn't go to sleep. Christmas morning we would go into my parents room at 7am and wait for my Dad to slowly get out of bed, slowly go to the bathroom, and slowly check to see if Santa came in the Living Room. He would always come back and say that Santa didn't come, might as well go back to bed. We never believed him, so we would line up by age and go out to the tree and see the presents that were left. After going through our stockings we would take turns opening gifts and admiring all the new toys. Later in the morning we would go over to Grandma's and open more presents and spend the rest of the day with family. When we moved to Mesa we no longer would go over to Grandma's for dinner, instead we usually had my aunts and cousins over to our house for dinner and then the cousins would go to a movie. Great times.
Hopefully Scott and I are creating memories that our kids will look back on 20 years later and remember how much they too loved this season.