Sugar cookie scented Yankee Candles burning, with a hint of the smell of pine from the Christmas tree. Lights flickering from the corner of your eyes. Christmas music traveling down the halls. In the holiday spirit, there are many traditions I do each and every year around the holiday season that I look forward to doing! Each family has different rituals they continue to do every year since they were a child. Seeing that I favor Christmas over every other holiday most of my traditions occur between Christmas and Thanksgiving. My favorite tradition is making peanut butter balls with my Uncle Corey. My tradition started the first year I met my uncle. I was around five at this time, he had married my aunt a couple months earlier that year. I did not see him that much, plus just meeting him I was not as close to him, as I was with my aunt. Also, my aunt is not technically my blood family, she is my moms best friend. But, ever since I was a kid she has treated me like a niece, as if I were blood related to her. Therefore, that is another reason why this tradition is so important to me. In general, I had been a very quiet timid kid, especially with a person I was not comfortable around or did not know. One day, I went over their …show more content…
As each kid was born I continued to go over and make these cookies with them. We have passed the tradition on to kid after kid, for the past eleven years! Each year, there would be different jobs for each of them. My littlest cousin is only four and can not do much more than hold the bowl while her older brother mixed what is in it with a whisk. Their older sister loves to take charge, so her job through all this is telling everyone what they should be doing and how. Now that Patrick and I are older and can drive, we go to the store alone while my uncle watches the kids. I know that all of my cousins feel the same was that I do about this event every year, we all love
My mother also said she remembers her grandparents having friends and family over to play cards and board games. This is something that me and my husband have one in the past, so I would consider it to be a family tradition.
Around the winter holidays, your family has a tradition where you all make sugar cookies at midnight. Around Christmas Eve, your mother, older brother, and little sister all agree on a night to have a cup of caffeinated tea and wait until 11:30 pm. You suggested the idea two years ago to your mother and she liked the idea. She said you always had trouble falling asleep anyway.
When those cousins were done trick or treating my cousins on my mom’s side were old enough. I decided to go with them and show them how to get the most candy possible! We would all meet at my grandparent’s house and go from there as my grandma passed out candy. We too would come back and see how much candy we collected, and talk about how excited we were for the following year. We would predict what we will dress up as. Once trick or treating was out of the question and we all grew up we changed our plans.
There are approximately 196 countries in the world and almost every single one of them celebrates Christmas differently. Christmas in Mexico (Navidad) is a million times different than the Christmas that we know and celebrate in the U.S. In Mexico there are lots of events that happen before January 6th, which is Epiphany day (The day of the Three Wise Men) also known as “El Dia de los Reyes”. I am will be explaining every all of the events that take place during Christmas (Navidad) all the way up to January 6th.
That tradition is one that my mom and I shared with my friends, Carolyn and Adrienne. They are sisters and I just happen to be smack-dab in the middle of their ages. I am considered another sister in their house, and they think of my mom as a second mom. Our families were friends before we were even born, we have gone through everything together. One of those things has been standing in the kitchen and making fudge
With my family if we have no one over we all gather into the living room and turn on netflix and watch a bunch of the new movies that came out. While doing that we eat the cake my mother makes the day before thanksgiving. If we have other family over we all eat together and after the food we all get into groups me and my younger cousin go into my room and mess around or we go tease the little ones .My parents go with my aunts and uncles and drink beer and watch a movie. My other cousins go into my sisters room and argue about everything. Some other traditions by other people would be playing board games and some others might be black friday shopping or watching the football game.
make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red
Thanksgiving in the Seidel house always starts with me begging my mom to make “Duck Cake” more commonly know as dirt cake. I have memories of being a small toddler and running into the kitchen and shouting “Mommy, Mommy can I help you crush the Oreos?”, “Of course, you can”, my mother would reply in a sweet tone and she would pick me up, and she set me on the counter. My mom did this so I could reach the Oreos. After we crushed the Oreos into small pieces, she would tell me to go and play with Morgan. So my mom could finish cooking us a delicious lunch. When I had been playing with Morgan for an hour or two, my mom would call us down to set the table for our lunch. My dad arrives at the table after spending the morning watching the parade with
Although I have grown up to be entirely inept at the art of cooking, as to make even the most wretched chef ridicule my sad baking attempts, my childhood would have indicated otherwise; I was always on the countertop next to my mother’s cooking bowl, adding and mixing ingredients that would doubtlessly create a delicious food. When I was younger, cooking came intrinsically with the holiday season, which made that time of year the prime occasion for me to unite with ounces and ounces of satin dark chocolate, various other messy and gooey ingredients, numerous cooking utensils, and the assistance of my mother to cook what would soon be an edible masterpiece. The most memorable of the holiday works of art were our Chocolate Crinkle Cookies, which my mother and I first made when I was about six and are now made annually.
My family had many memorable holiday and birthday celebrations that are still valued by me as I age and move up in life. Before my parents decided to divorce we used to cook all day and night on Christmas Eve and when we finally decided to sleep, or my parents decided, we would wake up at 4:30 in the morning to open presents. I believe that custom is still with me to this day because I still wake up at 4:30 in the morning on Christmas Day. I think that customs depend on the emotional connection. My family would sit around the living room and laugh, talk, and reminisce about different times in their lives. We used to have a big celebration for birthdays and would invite everyone. It was always a personal affair that we would cook for and dance and just have a great time with family and close friends. It was a beautiful thing and it was extremely enjoyable. I cherish those moments with my family and I plan to have those customs and also to add my own customs into my own family one day in the
Everyone has a Christmas Eve routine. Christmas Eve starts with getting ready for mass. My family is Catholic, so Christmas Eve mass is always long. Christmas Eve mass starts at around 6 o’clock, and usually gets over at around 8 o’clock. It is usually close to two hours long, but we do not mind because Christmas reminds us why we attend. I love Christmas Eve mass because of the music the choir sings. They remind me of the angels that would be singing around the manager of Jesus after he was born on Christmas Eve hundreds of years ago. The music is soothing, and makes a person realize how beautiful celebrating Christmas is. After church, my family heads back to
It was Christmas Day 2009 when I was told my life was about to change forever. My mum and dad informed me that after eight years they where going to have another baby, and it would be arriving on my birthday the 16th of August. For the next eight months my life would be a blur with endless talk of babies, names and nappies but my only wish was that it wouldn’t come on my birthday. To every ones relief the baby arrived on the 17th of August 2010 it was a girl, I was officially a big brother.
The whole family comes together for this special holiday. We have so many traditions of that particular day. When I was a child in the month of December, every morning my father would put Christmas songs in my room. The very first song that he would play is ,“It’s the Most Wonderful time of the Year” this song gives me joy to this present day. I would wake up to this song and find my dad in the living room waiting for a dance, he would spin me what felt like endless. On that afternoon, my mother and I would start making delicious tamales and posole while my dad is making his famous dessert, cheesecake. Then on that cold and dark night my sisters dressed up my dad in a Santa costume and sent him to the roof. I was in disbelief when I saw “Santa” on my roof. My parents would remind me that I was the happiest girl in the world that night. They would say that my eyes were wide and my mouth was open the whole time “he” was up there. It was never about the presents that would await for me in Christmas morning, it was about the whole family being together and having a fun time. Which we did and I still continue to understand that. My father made that special day just for
Every year, my parents add a little more to the outside decorations. My mom, sisters, our children and myself decorate the inside of the house. My mom has so many indoor decorations that they can not all possibly be displayed. We try to change the decorations, which we put out every year. The men finish up just about the same time as, we women and then it is time to decorate the tree together. The children love this the most.
Ever since I could remember, I have spent Christmas at my grandmother’s house, a house which is full of comfort, warmth, and happiness. At Christmas, I have always been able to escape the cold and dark real world allowing myself to truly enjoy just several moments in time. These moments have left impressionable memories from my childhood making Christmas a holiday that is special to me and my family. It is a time for my family to get together, share stories, laugh, and even cry.