I’m a sucker for traditions. I loved all these little rituals when I was growing up. Especially christmas time was pure magic. We had a tree with all kinds of ornaments, most from when my mother was just a little girl. Every year we baked a chocolate walnut cake. Well, my mother baked, me and my brother cracked all the nuts, making it a competition who had the most not broken ones, because only those ended up on top of the cake. And on Christmas eve we would dress up the moment the sun went down. In a beautiful dress, made by my mother. I had my own little candle holder next to my plate for dinner (this will be the first year I will not…)
I still remember how I felt during these days.
I’m not crafty, I’m no baker (no, I’m not!), so I’m trying to create some of our own traditions. We put on Christmas music, the Mariah Carey kind, and the men of this household put our lovely but totally fake tree together. Wearing helmets, of course. And then we start decorating. Ornament by ornament. Looking at it, remembering where it’s from and finding the perfect spot for it. My boy is like me, excited and taking it all in.
Mr. B. and I traveled quite a bit before children and at one point we started to buy a christmas ornament everywhere we went (that might explains the Statue of Liberty in our tree). Yes, those days are over, so nowadays we let the kids pick a new one, every single year. It’s a very big deal and they remember exactly which one is theirs.
You can imagine what our tree looks like….