Tradition, we all understood, was that the youngest in the family got to open their gifts first, with mother's help of course. We all watched with excitement as we heard who the gift was from and to see what was inside the bright Christmas wrappings. Not I nor my cousins could sit still as we anxiously waited for our turn.
When the evening was over and we were driving home, I and my three sisters would look out the widow and up towards the sky watching for Santa and his sleigh.
As the family grows larger, young children grow and have children of their own, out of necessity and lack of space, splits occur, but the traditions continue with each branch.
Now let's fast forward, now married with four small children, ages four months to seven years, of my own and because of a new job my husband took, we lived 2-1/2 hours away from my parents and sisters. My sisters at this point in time were still single living at home with mom and dad.
Being the close family that we are, distance was not about to let our traditions die. My parents and sisters drove the 2-1/2 hours to my home for Christmas Eve. Out of necessity, I always prepared a spaghetti supper, garlic bread, tossed salad and cheese cake for all upon their arrival.
|My granddaughters waiting to pass out the gifts|
|Happy 21st Birthday|
|Guess who won this game|
hint, the one who is smiling
the other one can't see, LOL