My Childhood Christmas Traditions

Back in my day, this was the pinnacle of Christmas fashion.

Growing up, I always felt like my family didn't really have any Christmas traditions. My friends always came back from the holiday break talking about how they had gathered with their extended families, sipped eggnog, and sang carols. My Christmas wasn't anything like that. Not at all. We didn't eat chocolates out of an advent calendar, put a mischievous elf on the shelf, meet up with distant relatives, or wear matching sweaters. Santa came, sure, but I didn't really view his visits as a holiday ritual. They were simply my right as a well-behaved child.

But looking back, I realize that even though we didn't engage in a lot of customary Christmas past times, we still had traditions. Oh, did we ever. Here are just a few of them:

1. Setting up our fake Christmas tree

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To my recollection, in the eighteen years that I lived under my parents' roof, we only owned two Christmas trees. When one was out of commission, we sprang for a fancier model, but they were both fake -- fake as all hell -- and they were both a pain in the ass to set up. We would store our tree in our attic, which was a place that, as a young child, I believed to be the home of a tiny, evil man in a derby hat (this is just one example of the kinds of terrifying, detailed stories my dad told me when I was a kid). I would cower, petrified, in a corner as my dad and sisters nearly broke their necks trying to take the tree down the ladder. My dad would set the whole thing up like a super hero and my sisters and I would be in charge of the decorating. I don't know where my mom was during all of this -- probably buying us tacos or something. Thanks, Mom.

2. Listening to Mannheim Steamroller

My dad always played Mannheim Steamroller while we decorated our tree, and to this day, it is the music of my nightmares. I genuinely believe that when one enters the gates of Hell, they will be greeted with a mashup of Mannheim Steamroller and Lowrider. There is just something about that synthesized sound that makes my ears cry, and that was the case even back then, but props to my dad for never giving in to my incessant complaining.

3. The Drive-Through Nativity

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At my hometown church, we did a lot of weird things, but the Drive-Through Nativity was by far the weirdest (and my most favorite). It combined two of our nation's most beloved things: Jesus and the business model for the American fast food industry. My family would drive into the church parking lot and line up behind several other cars to watch the story of the birth of Jesus. We were handed a tape with a guided audio track, and we would drive slowly as we approached stations depicting scenes from the nativity. The best part: it was all live-action. That means actual humans from our church were playing these biblical characters...for hours. They were supposed to stay in character the whole time, but there was always some sleepy six-year-old sheep who was totally OVER IT or a shepherd who was eating a granola bar. My sister and I would laugh hysterically from the backseat at the awkwardness of it all while making up new narrations for the characters ("Hi, my name is King Herod. *fart sound*"). At the end, we were handed a plate of cookies for the road, and it certainly felt like we had earned them.

These traditions from my childhood were some of my most treasured, but they honestly don't even begin to scratch the surface. I can't leave out our traditional Christmas Eve meal (cold cuts and cheese served on a platter from HEB) or our ceremonial gift-opening tradition (hoarding all of our gifts in laundry baskets) or our traditional Christmas song and dance (i.e. complaining loudly to our parents about having to go to the Christmas Eve service at church....man, we were brats).

While my family's Christmas traditions were a bit on the unconventional side, I still completely treasure them -- so much so that I've actually been listening to Mannheim Steamroller the entire time while writing this post. Excuse me now while I drain the blood from my ears.

Does your family have any slightly eccentric holiday traditions?

I have 10 Minutes to tell you

I have ten minutes to write and a great desire to do so. I'm a slow writer, so let's cut right to the chase.

I got this in my e-mail the other day.

Good question, David's Bridal. I've been wondering that myself. So much of my last year has been propelling me towards my wedding, but now what? Deciding on a centerpiece was hard enough, but now I have a whole life to plan.

The good news is I'm not alone. I've got a partner in my confusion. His name is Daniel and he looks like this.

I married him. We live in an apartment with a sun-dried tomato accent wall in the living room. Our wireless network is called "Hootenanny" and we have a corner behind our kitchen table with nostalgic stuff we can't bear to part with (plus a few wedding gifts we still need to return). 

We have been applying to jobs like crazy, but in our free time, we've been hanging out with some new friends.

They really hit it off.

We've also been spending some time with family. 

On a scale of 1 - 10, how related do we look?

My mom's birthday. Note the ShamWow and the Alumawallet. Obviously she has never seen such technology.

It's been happy, great, beautiful, fun, BUT I still feel like I'm waiting to get started. I don't know, David's Bridal, I guess I just thought I would have an answer to your question by now. IS this real life? If it is, I'm happy to embrace it because it is like a party every single day, but if there's more (and David's Bridal, feel free to tell me), I think I'd like to know.

ON A FRIVOLOUS NOTE: 

This is a wall in the bedroom of our apartment that is a real puzzler. I just can't figure out what to do with it. Any ideas? I would love your thoughts in the comment section of this post.

Okay, times up. It was longer than 10 minutes. On my way to Reagan's. Sorry to keep you waiting, girl.