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When I was little and not so little my dad would read to me. He has the most melodious baritone voice and he always does voices. But the coolest part is that he can read upside down. So he would sit looking down over the page while my siblings and I sat at his feet looking at the pictures. Every Christmas he would read us Tree of Cranes by Allen Say and The Polar Express by Chris Van Allsburg. They are beautiful stories that put life in perspective and added culture to our family holiday. Then of course, he would read from Luke 2 and Matthew 2. When we were little we would act out the story as he read, but as we got older we would just sit and listen; letting the experience of the journey to Bethlehem, the rejection at the inn, the astonished shepherds, the singing angels, and the new born babe wash over us.
Well, as it turns out, the ability to read upside down is genetic. So as I said at the beginning of the week I am starting a tradition of my own. Each night my kids gather after dinner for a Christmas story. Thing is, my kids are young, with ages ranging from 8yrs to just over 3 months. So it’s been hit and miss. Add in that a sinus demon has taken up residence in my head and well, we only made it through three stories this week. But the kids look forward to it. They ask if they are going to have a Christmas story tonight. I think they feel the difference in the spirit, the feeling that accompanies each one. Some are fun and others are more serious. This week’s books were The Bear’s Christmas by Stan and Jan Berenstain, The Twelve Days of Christmas retold by Jane Cabrera, and A Christmas Bell for Anya by Chris Stewart and Ben Sowards. The kids particularly liked the twelve days retelling which featured cute cats, drumming dogs, and five shining stars rather than the traditional fair. They also liked the fact that I sang it rather than read it. But the Bear’s Christmas was funny and Ben Sowards illustrations for Anya are just beautiful. So even though it isn’t a week’s forth of books, I think it is a start.
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My sister and I had a ritual on Christmas Eve. We’d pretend to be asleep in our beds and practice waking each other up and running down the stairs to the Christmas tree. We would time ourselves as we alternated who would be the sleeper, and who would be the ‘waker.’ My older sister had very clear instructions—“don’t go down without me, make sure I’m awake. I’ll pretend to be deep asleep so you can practice.” Ah, those were the days. When the holiday stress consisted solely of how fast we could get out of bed and tear open presents. Fast forward to Christmastime as a Mom. Now as I drift off to sleep on Christmas Eve, usually near midnight (sometimes later depending on how much ‘assembly required’ gifts there are) my hope is to sleep as long as possible before someone attempts to rouse me. I haven’t lost my sense of wonder—I have a healthy relationship with sleep. As in, I need it. But I have thought about it from time to time, the different holiday experience that children and adults have. So when I have run out of tape in the middle of wrapping presents or I’ve put everything on the table for dinner only to realize I’ve forgotten the rolls—I stop and look at the faces of my children. They aren’t worried. They aren’t stressed. As it should be. I take my cue from them and remember why we are celebrating Christmas in the first place.
Tamara Passey was born and raised in Massachusetts around a large family, one that has served as inspiration for most of her writing. She loves creative endeavors and when she isn’t writing or re-writing, you can find her baking or cross-stitching or walking—though not all at the same time. She is a marriage and parenting contributor to FamilyShare.com and lives with her husband and three children in Arizona—which she claims might be the reason her stories include a little bit of snow. The Christmas Tree Keeper is her debut novel. You can find her online at www.TamaraPassey.com.
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Today’s post comes from Karlie Lucas. Don’t forget to leave a comment to be entered into the drawing for one of our awesome ebook prizes.
When I was little, we used to have a big family Christmas party on Christmas Eve. Everyone would meet at Grandma’s house, where we would have a potluck style dinner and some form of entertainment. Usually that included either a talent show or a reenactment of the Nativity, with various cousins cast in the roles of the characters. Then, after all had been fed and entertained, we would go out to search for Santa.
Sometimes one of the older cousins, or an uncle, would go out in advance to make “reindeer” and sleigh tracks in the snow. When we came back inside, there would be mini stockings over the fireplace, one for every cousin, aunt, uncle, etc, filled with little goodies. After all the merriment was over, we would go out and look at Christmas lights all around the area. Sometimes we would take an hour. Sometimes it would be less. But we’d always have the Christmas station on the entire time, so that we could listen to Christmas music.
After we were all tired out, we’d head back home to put out stockings and cookies for Santa. Then, those siblings who were older would help set out a few presents, along with the stocking fillers. But there was always more out when we woke in the morning!
Karlie Lucas is a preschool teacher and a member of ANWA. A graduate of Southern Utah University, Karlie received a B.A. in Creative Writing. She is a member of Sigma Tau Delta, The International English Honor Society. She is interested in all things magical and mysterious, especially elves and dragons. She currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her husband.
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Today’s post comes from the super talented Rebecca Lameroux. Don’t forget to comment to be entered in the drawing!
One of our favorite Christmas traditions growing up was turning off all the lights in the house except those on the Christmas Tree. Then we would lay on the floor around the tree and listen to classic Christmas music while watching the designs the tree lights made on the ceiling from between the branches. We always had a live Christmas tree.
This was often something we did on Christmas Eve. It was very relaxing and I think Dad and Mom did it to calm us all down so we would sleep. But we loved it every year. Then we would have all the kids sleep in the family room down stairs on Christmas Eve. We used to watch Christmas movies or old Hogan’s Heroes reruns until we fell asleep. To this day Hogan’s Heroes always reminds me of Christmas.
On Christmas morning we would get up and we had to get fully dressed before going to get our presents. We also had to eat breakfast. My mom would always make home-made granola for Christmas morning and Eggnog. After everyone was fed and dressed, would line up on the stairs in order of age – youngest to oldest with the youngest leading the line. Then we all went up into the front room where we would get our stockings and sit around the tree. Dad always handed out the gifts one at a time and we had to watch each person open their gift before the next person got his gift. Once the gifts were open we spent time making and enjoying Russian Tea and whatever was in our stockings. It was usually an apple, orange, lots of peanuts, and a few chocolates.
My Grandma and Grandpa would come over on Christmas too, usually in time to open gifts but sometimes only for dinner. Our Christmas dinner was usually more of Christmas lunch and then we’d leave it out to pick at it the rest of the day. It was rare that we ever left the house on Christmas day. We simply stayed home and enjoyed each other’s company. That was what Christmas was all about for us – simply putting everything else to the side and being together without other things demanding our time. I do miss that but I’m excited for my husband and I to make our own traditions too.
Rebecca Lamoreaux grew up reading every book she could get her hands on. Besides reading and writing, she enjoys dancing, singing, playing her viola, and riding her bike. After earning her BA in English – emphasis in Creative Writing, she traveled to and lived in several different countries, obtained many ideas for her writing, and studied literature in different cultures. She splits her time between a dental office, her book marketing business – Loving The Book, and writing when she can. Rebecca currently lives in Arizona with her husband.
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