I love
the holidays. I love the crazy busyness of it and the music and the holiday
parties. I love searching for the BEST present for someone. I love the weird
things that become tradition.
One of my
favorite traditions, growing up, was Christmas Eve. I was the middle child, and
the only girl. So I was a little odd, and didn't always have a perfect
relationship with my brothers. But Christmas Eve, after returning from my
grandmothers house, we always were sent to bed as my parents hurriedly wrapped
everything for us to open in a few hours. My older brothers--twins--would snag
Christmas Vacation or A Christmas Story, and drag their blankets into my room
(since I has a DVD player) and we'd stay up half the night, watching movies
that we'd seen a thousand times and laughing st each other and wondering what
Mom and Dad were wrapping.
When I
got married, that tradition was replaced by others. But I still sneak in one
viewing of those movies every year, usually while wrapping presents. It's
different and that's ok. It does what a tradition is supposed to do: remind me
of the years before and the people I care about.
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