Musings of a Marfan Mom

The Best Christmas

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It’s Thursday, so that means time for Mama Kat’s Writers’ Workshop! Today I’m responding to prompt #4: Describe how you would celebrate the holidays if it was totally up to you and money was not a factor.

I’m having some terrible writer’s block today and I blame it on all the righteous anger and frustration I poured into yesterday’s post. So, after spending hours last night writing, I went to bed with nothing. I’ve decided to alter the prompt a little bit and instead write about my favorite Christmas.

I’ve celebrated Christmas a lot of different ways. As a child, my parents held big parties on Christmas Eve. I’d help my mother bake pies and after the dinner, all the children would act out the nativity story. Once the guests left my brother, sister, and I would be allowed to open our gift of Christmas pajamas. Christmas morning brought presents and a breakfast of cinnamon roles and orange juice.

One year in college, I spent Christmas in Brasil. There was a blizzard and ice storm back home – power was out for days – but I got to lay out on the beach. I met my Mom’s extended family for the first time, toured the state of Sao Paulo, and ate the best food in the entire world.

The Christmas after Dad died, we had a family of 7 living with us for the holiday. I didn’t feel much like celebrating but the younger kids still managed to infuse our house with the Christmas spirit, and our small town rallied around my family to make Christmas special (this is perhaps a post for another day).

Last year I had a lovely Christmas with my in-laws. I got to experience a traditional Italian Christmas Eve dinner of fried fish (and pizza) and take part in all the traditions my husband grew up with. I loved it!

But I think my very favorite Christmas was the first one that Mark and I spent together. We were grad students, married 6 months, and finally living together (after the wedding he’d had to stay in Cleveland to finish his Masters, and I’d moved 3 hours away to start my program). I didn’t expect to do much, but Mark insisted that we buy a Christmas tree and he dragged it up all 3 flights of stairs to get it into our living room/kitchen. I made some ornaments, including the ugliest stocking holders you have EVER seen. ☺ Christmas day morning was very low-key, opened our gifts to each other, I made some cinnamon roles, and then I got started on dinner. We decided to host a set of young missionaries from our church for dinner and I went all out. I slow cooked a small roast and made cheesy potatoes, green beans, and a (slightly undercooked) cherry pie as sides. Mark had the brilliant idea of trying to cook artichokes, which ended up catching fire in the oven. Needless to say, we didn’t eat those and I haven’t let him near artichokes since.

I realized though that I think a simple holiday is the best. I’m looking forward to this Christmas, Menininho’s first, and starting traditions as a family.

I already bought his Christmas pajamas.

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  1. A few of my memories include baking cookies with my mom, sweating in a really hot house while eating turkey with family (we lived in Hawaii), pretending to be asleep on Christmas Eve in hopes of catching Santa in the act.
    Thanks for sharing this. It was nice walking down your Memory Lane with you. And I hate to tell you this, but those stocking holders are pretty bad. LOL No worries though, I’ve created even worse homecraft projects!

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    marfmom Reply:

    LOL! Yes, Mark asked me last night if we should find a way to use them this year (I made him buy pretty snowflake stocking holders) and my response was that they need to be buried deep in the Christmas decoration box.

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  2. I remember the year of that ice storm, we didn’t get our power back till Christmas night. We all slept on the floor together in our family room and kept a fire going all night. I will never forget that Christmas!

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    marfmom Reply:

    My dad (who’d stayed behind) apparently tried to start a fire in the basement to keep warm and when that failed, left the dog with some family friends and drove to Cleveland (unannounced, b/c that’s how Dad rolled) to stay with my uncle’s family who did have power.

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  3. Sounds like you have had quite the variety of Christmas’s! Just how do you catch artichokes on fire?? lol

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  4. Nice to read another perfect Christmas story…
    And yes, celebrating with the whole family is so much different from celebrating just with husband and kids – not comparable. But the last Christmas story really sounds perfect :-)

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  5. As a child (okay, also teen) we would open presents in the morning and lay around all day in our p.j.’s, eating leftovers and playing with our new toys or reading our new books. The past 7 years we’ve had to drive 6 hours on Christmas Day to make it to see both our families, and it took away that joy. THIS YEAR, we’re staying in our p.j.s and people are coming to us! HOORAY!

    Stopping by from SITS!

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