For Christmas Day, we always celebrate at my parents’ house. Our tradition is we convene there in the morning, have Dunkin’ Donuts (I have NO idea how that tradition started, but we’ve been doing it for a good ten years), open presents, and then have our “big meal.” Happy organized chaos in the best possible sense. I beg for two “traditional” pictures every year … one of the kids at the glass door, waiting to be let in to the living room to open their presents, and one in front of the Christmas tree before they start opening all their goodies.
*my parents tree
*our tree
*my mom gave my sister and I each a tub filled with pictures and mementos and I happened to find a few pictures of the two of us cozying up under blankets on my parents’ couch, so the fact that our daughters are now doing the same thing (albeit on the floor!) … I LOVE IT.
*I promised the kids I would make Shirley Temples for our Christmas Day dinner, and I think a new tradition has been born.
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