We spend a quiet day at home on Christmas Day. It’s kind of become the family tradition. I thought about it the other night, when I was informed by my wife that we were going to the in-laws on Christmas Day. I kind of balked at that idea, and I didn’t want to cause any issues, but for many, many years, my family (brother, sisters, and parents) always celebrated Christmas on Christmas Eve. We always had to be to Grandma’s house on Christmas Day, even though half the extended family wasn’t there.
Up until about 10 years ago, we never really had any Cleary family traditions. We went where we were supposed to, on what ever day. After a while, I really hated getting up early, making the kids open gifts, maybe eat breakfast, then everyone get cleaned up and headed out to where we needed to be, on Christmas morning. About 7 years ago, we moved about 100 miles away from our family, so that wasn’t happening that year. We moved back, and basically, ended the “going to someone’s house on Christmas Day” trend that I had been doing for many years. OK, when I say many, I mean like 35 years.
Now, we are home for the day. It turns into a lazy day for us. We open gifts, play with them, eat at our leisure, shower (maybe) and just don’t go anywhere. It’s our day to enjoy the time.
After thinking about it, meaning not going to anyone’s house for the day, I started thinking about the future. I want to be home on Christmas Day. Soon, my sons will be growing up and moving out of the house. I want there to be one day a year, that with no doubt, they can always come home and we will be there. Sonia and I won’t expect them to be there every year, as we hope they get married, have kids of their own and start their own traditions.
But we will expect them to know that no matter what, they can always knock on the door, and I will be there…in my jammies and holding a cup of coffee.