Ok let me just come out and say it… I am not the biggest fan of Christmas. As I sit on my couch sipping (because I already tried to drink it and burnt my tongue) piping hot coffee (fresh ground french pressed mmmmmm) out of my green Grinch mug, I think about the effort Christians put forth in order to keep Christ in Christmas but succeed at best in name only. But that is really another post for another day.
Today as I am 700 miles from home I am reminiscing about the Christmas traditions I remember from growing up. There is really only two traditions that sticks out to me. As kids, my brother and I went to bed on Christmas Eve while the house looked as if it was any other day of the year; no decorations, no tree, nothing. We went to bed and the house was bare. As we were sleeping, “Santa” would magically have time to not only stop by every child’s (whom believed in him…) house with presents but he would completely decorate our house. That’s right the whole house was now decorated. The tree, the lights, garland, and much much more. Yes I know my parents are crazy. But Christmas morning became so much more magical as we woke up not realizing my parents had the coffee on IV drip because, well, they hadn’t slept.
The other tradition I remember and this one I still miss, was the Feast of the Seven Fishes. I have an italian grandmother who always prepared this feast on Christmas Eve. It is an Italian-American tradition that in some strange and delicious way combines Roman Catholic traditions, possibly Biblical numerics, and family. Now anytime you combine obscene amounts of food and family, I am a happy man. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday for just those reasons. There would be salted cod, scallops, salmon and so much more and I love seafood.
These are the memories I have of Christmas. What are the memories you cherish most? Comment below…
Merry Christmas from a Grinch