It’s December 24. Christmas Eve. One of my favorite things of the year. Now, let’s repeat that. It’s one of my favorite things. “Now, wait a minute,” you say. “You hate Christmas!” Well, you’re correct that I say that I do. I hate the religious connotations, the syrupy music that plays (now right after Halloween), the silly holiday commercials, and probably a notable amount more of things. Those things, yeah, I don’t like at all, but let me tell you about Christmas Eve.
It reminds me of my childhood. Christmas Eve was always the time to get together at my grandmother’s house, my mom’s mom. Yes, there were presents, food, family and just plain fun. Great memories. My family for this event was huge. We were pretty tight. My mom was the second of seven siblings and each of them are married, so that’s 14 of them and each pair had the equivalent of 2 kids. So, prior to any of the cousins having spouses, including myself (the eldest grandchild) and my sister, there are 14 of us. Over time, most of us got married and the house got hectic.
That was back when I had to do a lot of traveling to West Virginia. I’ve lost all four of my grandparents by now, but the memories of all of them are still strong and now, since my mom’s mom passed, we started doing our thing here in NC, with my family, our kids and my parents. Then add The BCPF’s mother and brother, we have one big family hoedown. The presents have kind of slacked off, but that’s not really the point. None of the religious stuff mentioned above matters to me, but I truly love my family and love both Christmas Eve and Thanksgiving because I get to be with them. The food is always awesome and having the fams together is great. Plus, there’s 24 hours of A Christmas Story. We have to see it at least once, usually twice.
So, Dear Reader, I hope that you’re having, will have, did have a fabulous Christmas Eve (and Christmas Day, too).
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
“My father worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium, a master.” – Ralphie (Jean Shepherd) as an Adult, from A Christmas Story