This year it’s been hard to get myself into the Christmas spirit. I’ve been circling the rabbit hole and sometimes my foot hovers over it, but I can’t get myself to jump in. I mean, I’m excited for the holiday, but I’m overwhelmed. There’s so much I want to do with seemingly no time to do it. Also, we’re having new windows put in on our sun porch but due to the horrible monsoon like rains we’ve been having, the company keeps rescheduling. Which means that everything that was out on our sun porch is now in the dining room. We look like we belong on Hoarders. It’s starting to drive me nuts.
I was scrolling through my Bloglovin’ feed (you can click on the snazzy gold button on the right to follow me on there. it’s the one with the + sign.) and I came across a Christmas survey of sorts that Allie from Allieology did. I
stole borrowed it because I figured it would be fun to do and maybe help to throw myself down that rabbit hole.
Without further ado…
Talk about finding out Santa wasn’t real. How did it happen? What did you feel?
Honestly, Santa just faded out. I believed in him for a long time, but after a while I just wrote letters and stuff for the hell of it. I think my cousins kept it up for each other, not quite sure if the others believed anymore. When my youngest cousin announced that Santa was mommy and daddy, the jig was up. I also remember in maybe 4th grade one of my classmates asked me if I still believed. I was so conflicted because I whole-heartedly did at that point, but I felt like I was being set up and I didn’t want to be made fun of. So I coolly answered, “Um. a little.” And then nervously asked, “Do you?” My classmate smiled and said “Yea, a little too”. And then I exhaled.
I still leave cookies out, though. I have a cookies for Santa plate that’s been around my whole life so instead of putting it away for my children (it may never see the light of day again if i did that), I throw some cookies and a carrot (for Rudolph) on it, and set it down next to a nice glass of eggnog. My parents are such good sports because there is always a cookie or two missing, a bite mark in the carrot, and the glass of eggnog is empty.
How do you countdown the days until Christmas? Tell us about your advent calendar.
I take 25 and subtract it from whatever day it is at the moment. Nothing fancy.
I don’t have an Advent calendar, never have. In Sunday school we had the wreath and the teacher lit the candles but that’s where my advent experience stops.
Share a tradition you want to start in your own home one day.
I love going to look at the lights. So where ever I live I will find the biggest light display and make sure my husband and kids go every year. Or just me and my husband. Or just me and my cats. (actually, I’m not a pet person, but I’m covering all of my bases.)
Christmas in Brooklyn – it’s the best!
Holiday decor home tour. (Because you know we want to see it)
I’ll show you my tree because my house is a mess and my mom would kill me if I showed anything else. My mom does a great job every year decorating whatever tree we pick out. Our tree always was (and always will be, as long as i win the yearly fight) a real tree. This year she keeps saying that this tree is too wide. I think it’s perfect. big is beautiful
What is your Christmas music policy? When is it allowed to be listened to? What are your favorite artists? Hymns or more recent songs?
Sometimes I’ll “allow” Christmas music before Thanksgiving, but usually my rule of thumb is that it should start the day after. everyone needs to have their shining moment.
My favorite Christmas albums are Mariah Carey’s (the original one) and N’SYNC’s (if the Backstreet Boys came out with one, Justin and Co. would have gotten the boot). I also love the traditional songs from Bing Crosby, Burl Ives, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, etc. They remind me of my grandmother. Alternatively, whenever I hear a regular Frank or Dino song, it reminds me of Christmas.
Every family has an odd, interesting, unique Christmas day tradition. What’s yours?
It’s not a tradition but, something I can count on is my mom takes foooorrrreevvverrrrr to get ready to come downstairs to open gifts. She gets up, goes to the bathroom, brushes her teeth, brushes her hair, washes her face, changes into different pajamas. Then she finally comes downstairs and wants to make coffee, take out things she might need for breakfast (not that she makes a gourmet meal. it’s usually bagels and coffee). Then finally, she’s ready for presents. This process takes between 30 and 45 minutes. I make sure I have nothing in my eyes, teeth, or on my face, grab the camera and I’m ready. My father smoothes his hair and he’s good. I mean, really.
The only real tradition we (my parents and i) have is that we eat fish on Christmas Eve. I think it’s an Italian thing. We don’t do all of the seven fishes (i don’t even know what they are), but we have some and it’s my favorite meal of the week, maybe even the month. hands down.
My mom and I also bundle up and take a ride to this house that’s next to a funeral home near my house that does a whole light display. It usually isn’t crowded because we go on Christmas Eve after dinner. We’re usually gone for no more than a half an hour, but it’s something I look forward to every year.
As far as traditions with the rest of my family, we have a few.
annual cousins Christmas picture
my oldest cousin always says grace (i’m second in line and hate doing it.)
the “kids” open gifts first (except now we do a secret santa)
eggplant parmigiana and artichokes no matter how big the rest of the meal is
I like to make sure I watch Miracle on 34th Street and/or Home Alone 2. I can’t find my Miracle DVD and I’m having withdrawals.See you soon!