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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.




20 Dec

Apparently, I’m not good at blogging during December.  I know what you’re thinking—you’re worried sick that I’ve been taken captive by an army of Ninjabread Men.

And you’d be partially right.

Okay, no—you’d be completely wrong.  I’ve merely been running around like an elf with mangled pointy-toed shoes¹, trying to cram a ton of Christmas-y awesomeness into ten too-small days.

I made an army of Ninjabread Men, for one.  Also, we shopped for gifts, wrapped them beautifully, made one post office run, and (at least) two Target runs, and several appearances at Starbucks.  Our Christmas tree is a) actually decorated this year, b) still decorated, by some miracle, despite our two tree-hugging cats, and c) beautiful in our new apartment.

So, where does writing fit in there?  Last week, it actually fit quite well, but alas—this week I’ll be lucky just to incorporate some minor changes into my first 30 pages.  I did manage to make a list of (lofty! ambitious! driven!) goals for my WIPs, though, effective Boxing Day.

Aaaaaand, what would Christmas be without family and friends?  My sister came to town Friday, my parents came on Saturday, one of my college BFFs dropped in last night, and some Denton friends are coming to visit for the next couple of days.

I love Christmas.  The Ninjabread, the friends and family, the festive lights, the meaning behind the holiday, the warmth of it all²—it’s worth long post office lines, braving crowds at the stores, tidying up the house, and putting writing goals on hold for a bit.

It’s a season for peace, to slow down and be grateful, and to rest and refresh before the new year begins.

Happy Christmas week to you all!

¹I’m guessing that’s the North Pole equivalent to “chicken with its head cut off,” yes?

²And by warmth, I’m referring to warm fuzzies.  That said, here in Texas, it’s sunny and 76ºF outside—I guess it’s time for that kind of warmth, too.  Unfortunately.  (In completely unrelated news, has anyone figured how to mail snow yet?  Because I sort of want some, and I know you guys are just dying to get rid of yours!)