Christmas Traditions

Every family has its own unique traditions that add to the magic and wonder of the holiday season.

My family is no different. Every year, shortly after Thanksgiving, we'd go to a special farm and purchase a conically shaped tree, around 6 feet tall. We would then place this tree in the corner of our living room. We would untangle a long string of small lights, and then wrap the lights around the tree. After that, we'd pull out a stash of small, colored spheres and hang them from the limbs of the tree.

Beneath the tree, we would place gifts that we bought for one another, wrapped in shiny paper and elaborate bows. On the mantle above the fireplace, we hung cloth receptacles shaped like enormous socks, each labeled with our names. On Christmas morning, these receptacles would be overflowing with the small gifts that were too difficult to wrap.

Christmas Eve was an exciting time. My sister, brother and I would be brimming with anticipation, anxiously tracking of the progress of the clock. As much as we wanted to stay up just a few more minutes, our parents kept reminding us that we needed to go to bed. Why, may you ask? Every Christmas Eve our house got a special visitor. He was said to be a portly man, elderly, sporting white hair and red suit. He allegedly came down through our chimney with a sack full of presents for the three of us, which he would then artfully arrange on our sofa and chairs. We liked to call him "Santa Claus." To thank him for his troubles, we children would always leave a glass of milk and a plate of cookies on the coffee table.

Christmas morning came, and we would be beside ourselves. My parents would always go down ahead of us to check out the spread that ole S.C. had left in his wake. With the three of us at the head of the stairs, my mother would call out, "I think we had a visitor last night!" and we would race down the stairs like they were on fire. We'd round the corner to our living room, and there they were: Santa's gifts. After we had thoroughly exhausted ourselves in opening de-boxing, assembling, and admiring the gifts from Santa, we'd then move on to the gifts under the tree. Furiously, we'd tear apart the wrapping, creating a veritable fortress of crumpled paper.

As noon time rolled around, we'd lie around the on the sofas, buttressed in by our bounty, watching "A Christmas Story" or whatever other Christmas movie happened to be on the television, basking in the afterglow of the morning.

I'll never forget those special Christmas times.