Twas the night before Xmas…
2015 marks my very first Christmas away from home. I got married this year and, as we spent the holidays with my parents last year, it is now time to spend the big day with my in-laws. We get along well and I am very much looking forward to seeing the festive traditions unfold in my husband’s childhood home, however it with a certain sense of trepidation. What if it doesn’t feel like Christmas? What if their traditions are the opposite of mine?!
During childhood my grandmother would come and stay with us. We’d pick her up just as the light was fading on Xmas Eve and I adored watching the lit up houses from the back of the car as we travelled the short journey home. She would have my bed whilst I took the rather creaky fold-out one but I really did not mind as it meant it was Xmas and what child can sleep on that night anyway? It was a super-exciting sleepover and the promise of presents and feasts the following day kept me up.
As a teen it was more about food and getting away from the pressures of school than full-on excitement, and as I got older it was all about having a drink and a laugh! My grandmother got too old and frail to spend it with us. Last year she did days before Christmas.
Five years ago I met my now-husband and Xmas became a sort of bittersweet occasion as we spent it apart. We got engaged last year and spent the big day together for the first time at my parents’. It was strange having another person there but also great. Things were almost normal.
But this year it’s all change. I hope to find new traditions and ultimately incorporate both of our family routines to create our own. Things that our children will grow up with and look back on just as fondly as I do with my childhood memories of Christmas.
Merry Christmas one and all. Please share your traditions in the comments below, and may your day be happy however you are spending it.