Traditions...aw, this thread is making me miss my mommie!!!! LOL!
Oh WOW, that reminds me of Stephen talking about going shopping and he would buy for his Uncle, who lived with them, a box of nails or screws, because he was kind of a "handy man". This Uncle, who I was very fortunate to have known, must have been one of
the most gentle men I have ever met!! I miss him as much as I miss my own
mother and father!! I can remember him coming over for Christmas, and that's when I had my
first Pomeranian, and we lived on the second floor of a two family house.
He would come up the stairs and walk into the living room then get down on
his hands and knees to say hello to the puppy nose to nose!!!
Oh I like this thread, Leigh! I remember something my parents did one year
that became a tradition. A couple days after Christmas, when we were still
on break from school, and it was too cold and too much snow outside to
want to play out there much, my mom went to the hall closet to get
something out, and lo and behold, she found a wrapped gift! She said Santa
must have hidden this in here and it has all your names on it (me and my
three brothers). It was a game, and we had a blast playing it for a couple
hours that afternoon. A few days later, my dad found another package with
all our names on it under their bed. It was another game we could play
together. That was so much fun that the next year, it happened again.
Santa always hid one or two extra presents for the whole family somewhere
in the house that we wouldn't find til a couple days after Christmas. Kept
the fun going for awhile.
We always have a tree decorated with red apples and miniature gold violins
and horns. We have other things, too, but we have to include those. It
started when my DD was a toddler and I was afraid she'd get hurt on the
glass bulbs we had always used before. So I went out and looked for all
non-breakable decorations, and that was all I could find. So now it
doesn't seem like Christmas to us without the apples and musical
In the early to mid 1980s I lived in rural Western Massachusetts. I was
playing out a Farmer Linda fantasy and among other things, I had some
dairy goats. For a couple of years, at the request of a neighbor, I
walked a couple of my goats in the snow out around their house to leave
footprints in the snow on Xmas eve. The young kids who lived there
evidently were absolutely wide-eyed in the morning thinking they were
reindeer prints. Unfortunately, I couldn't figure how to also put
footprints on the roof. And I had to go back after I brought the goats
home and walk the dog on the same route to cover the tracks between my
house and the neighbors... about 1/3 of a mile of tracks. LOL! The goats got a good reward, though. Neighbors would give us their xmas
trees when they were done with them, and my goats loved to munch on them.
Here's one I started and have passed on to many others. You can cut this
recipe down substantially if you're only going to use it for a few kids.
It's a great gift to give to a class of kids or all the neighbors.