A great thing happened when Leigh posted this message on the PCC Message Board...
"Do you have any special HOLIDAY TRADITIONS? You know, something like putting cookies out for Santa? I mean, we almost all have done something like that at least once. But we have so many members from all over the world, it would be very interesting to see what people do for the Holidays. I often wonder if what we do is what others have done, or did we invent it? How did the tradition start up? Anyone Interested???"
PCC Holiday Traditions!
Our tradition is certainly not original but we do have one. Ever since the boys were born we have had a birthday cake for the baby Jesus on Christmas. They always seemed to like helping to make the cake as much as opening their presents.
Well, growing up, Ma always made pressed maple christmas cookies. Lordy I
can remember coming home from school and that smell would be in the whole
house. I still make then with her Mom's 1930-40's cookie press! That's
what sticks most in my mind. I'm not sure though if it's a Scots tradition
or and Irish one. Or just my Grandma's own idea. My G-Grandmother was born
in Scotland and G-Grandfather was an Irishman! So whow knows!!! But my Ma
grew up with it and she passed it on down to us! We put them out for
Santa with a big glass of milk!! I know my Dad just loved that part, he'd
always leave the glass on the plate with a special gift for each of us,
around the plate, and I remember the glass always had a "lip"
print on it! And the napkin was used and folded off to the side.
Thanks Leigh for making me remember this.
LOL - this thread makes me laugh and I have to relate the reason. Last year
my entire family (only 11 of us, so not a crowd) went to my sister's house
because she had the youngest grandchild for Mom and Dad to spoil. Well, on
Christmas Eve Richmond had a horrible, and I mean the worst in years, ice
storm. Tree limbs were breaking off, bouncing off of cars, car alarms were
blaring. Sis thought, "This has to stop soon". We were planning
on starting some traditions for Emily, the soon-to-be 3 year old niece. I
decide to go make some bacon and bisquits we could nuke in the morning to
finish it up for a quickie breakfast. Just about the time that was done,
the electricity went off. My sis starts to panic - we have a turkey to
make, we have pies to do, we have toys to find in the deep dark basement
and then to put together. I say "awwwwww this cant last too
long!!" Geesh famous last words. It starts to get dark - sis has a
migraine- her hub is home from work and says things don't look too good out
there and BTW a tree limb bounced off of your car (talking to sis) who is
now almost delerious. I'm sitting in a chair reading The Night Before
Christmas to Em. Sis is saying "This isn't how this is supposed to
be!" Em asks for tree lights and I shine the flashlight in that general
direction and tell her that is as good as it gets. For dinner we have cold
cuts and salad. And, oh yeah, the brother and sis-in-law and 25 year old
niece have arrived. About 7PM the brother and sis-in-law decide to go
back to their motel, and of course, they have electricity. Lynda, the 25 yr
old niece stayed for the fun. At about 9PM, Em is in bed and the "putting
the presents together" part is here. Oh yeah, and put out the warm milk and
cookies for Santa, except it is Yogurt milk (Em said Santa couldn't drink
milk cause she can't) and diet cookies and a couple of carrots.
Every Christmas Eve, while we weren't watching, Santa's Elves would sneak
in and leave just one present for each child. It was always new pajamas.
Then, on Christmas morning, we'd look nice for the pictures.
I've continued this one with my own daughter, Maggie. Last year, even
though she had Santa all figured out, she reminded me that she had to get
new PJ's for Christmas Eve.
This is fun!! My fondest memory is the tradition of "Christmas Eve's
Gift." Every year when we awoke on Xmas Eve Day, we would slink and
steal around the house (that's mom, dad, brother, g'ma, g'pa AND me) to
see who could sneak up on whom. Then, as soon as you saw someone, you'd
hafta quick say "Christmas Eve's Gift!!" before the other
person. Whoever won the race was awarded silly gifts. I take great pride
in the year I even beat my brother!! That year I got a rusty bobby pin
from my g'ma, a broken pencil from my brother, a torn hair net from my
mother, I gave my dad a bent out of shape paper clip and my g'pa a cracked
marble. Clear up to the last Christmas visit with my parents, brother and
niece, we still played the silly game. Over the years there has been much
laughter at the oddball gifts and the shenanigans we went thru to get the
drop on each other!!!