Christmas Traditions

24 Dec

Since I don’t have pictures of snow—and besides, many of you have seen more snow than you wanted to this year (insert unrelenting snow-envy here)—I thought you might enjoy this picture of Mr. Cat in the tree!  Yes, while my sweet husband risked his wrists and busted out the oven mitts to extract him from the tree, I helped by taking this adorable picture.

For my Christmas post, I thought I’d talk a bit about the traditions we have in our family.  They seem normal to me, but of course, they’re probably not.  (Okay, so I KNOW one of our traditions is anything but normal…) I got the idea for this post from one Linda wrote a couple of weeks ago.  At the end of it, she asked us to describe our Christmas trees and holiday traditions.

Since I practically wrote a blog post in her comment section, I decided to just copy and paste it here for you guys to read:

Every year, my grandmother gives my sister and me a new ornament (and now, she gives them to our husbands, too)—that means I have 28 unique ornaments decorating our (fake, but full and real-looking) tree. I usually add some bows made of muted gold ribbon and lots of berry-colored glass ball ornaments (tied on with ribbon, not hung with paperclips like at my parents’ house).

We always celebrate on both Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. On Christmas Eve, we eat an awesome meal (backstrap venison, twice-baked potatoes, green bean casserole, rolls, red wine, and dessert), drive around and look at Christmas lights, and then open one gift each. (ALWAYS pajamas. And they usually don’t fit, though they are cute.) Christmas morning, we all take turns opening gifts (NEVER all at once).

Nothing says Christmas like an ugly Star Wars wind-up toy!

Oh, and my sister and I have what is quite possibly the weirdest Christmas tradition EVER: the walking Sebulba.

Yes. The walking Sebulba, as in Sebulba from Star Wars: Episode One. We have this plastic wind-up Sebulba toy (you wind him up and he—that’s right—walks!), and when my mom decorates her tree, she hides the Sebulba somewhere inside it. My sister and I compete to be the first to spot the Sebulba. (Winner gets bragging rights.) Oh, and you have to pronounce “The walking SeBULBa” with the BULB accented really hard, with this exaggerated, sing-songy British accent.

Yes, we are dorks. Told you it was weird. But that’s what we look forward to, so I’ll stand by it, haha.

So, that’s what we do.  I’m curious about you guys—I fully expect to be all on my own with the whole find-the-Sebulba-in-the-tree thing, but I want to know about YOUR traditions! Are there any quirky things your family does, or are y’all straight-up traditional?  Or, do you not celebrate at all?

And with that, I’m off to drink some eggnog, eat what’s left of the Ninjabread Army, and ready the oven mitts for when the meows inevitably curl up in the tree.



3 Responses to “Christmas Traditions”

  1. Megs Sunday / 26 December 10 at 9:29 am #

    On Christmas Eve, we usually spend the evening with family and a Christmas movie and cookies and/or other treats. On Christmas, we have Wassail (sp?) and Christmas dinner, after which (occasionally before) we open gifts. One person is usually selected as the gift-giver and they hand out one at a time so we can all ooh and ah over everybody’s. Often, another Christmas movie. 🙂

    Pretty traditional, but I do love it.

  2. and flowers pick themselves Monday / 27 December 10 at 12:06 pm #

    our traditions are pretty simple: chinese food on christmas eve, and presents first thing on christmas followed by a long morning nap.

    your traditions are adorable! twice baked potatoes…yes, please!

    xo Alison

  3. Linda Cassidy Lewis Monday / 27 December 10 at 6:52 pm #

    Because my husband has Syrian ancestry, we have a Middle Eastern feast on Christmas Eve. Since our sons are all married, that’s our night to exchange presents with them and the grandchildren. This year, we played Phase 10 and/or hold ’em poker after dinner.

    Nowadays, our sons have Christmas Day with their in-laws, so most years my husband and I stay home and eat leftovers. Some years we’re invited to dinner somewhere else.

    We have nothing as scintillating as the SeBULBa tradition. 🙂

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