My favorite holiday. And not just because of twinkling lights, sleigh bells, cookies and packages. It is our time to celebrate and observe the birth of Christ. My husband and I have incorporated our childhood traditions with our own traditions we started together. I love looking back at Christmastime during my childhood. Christmas was my mother’s favorite holiday too. From baking her delicious sand tarts and peanut butter cookies to decorating our home from top to bottom! My bedroom would twinkle and shine with lights and large cut out faces of Santa. A special crèche would sit on my dresser along with a variety of Christmas books.
Christmastime was magic in our home. And because of my mother’s perfect blend of love and laughter, I too enjoy making Christmas a magical time for my own family.
Today, our Christmas tree shows off some of my mother’s German glass ornaments. A large traditional French Santa sits on top of my sideboard. Her French -Canadian heritage recipes are waiting to come out of my recipe box for Saturday’s cookie baking day. My father had his own traditions for Christmas. Christmas eve our celebration included the Feast of the Seven Fishes. My nonna’s cookies included Pizzelle’s, Aniseed Biscotti, and Almond cakes. And together….our parents made the perfect blend of traditions. Now, my brother [who happens to be a chef] bakes enough of these fabulous delights for the family. My father still enjoys those delicious traditional cookies….but he surrendered the cooking to his children.
Santa letters have been mailed. Our calendar is filled with weekend events. The home smells of Christmas. Christmas tunes are playing and our tree shines beautifully. Our community looks like a Charles Dickens classic. I love this special holiday. To be celebrated. To be filled with magic. And now….I must practice my caroling.
Fa lalalala…la la la la.