Ho, ho, ho, and falalalala abound no matter where I turn. Santa made his arrival at the mall yesterday. I thought the old, jolly fat man wasn't allowed to make an appearance prior to Black Friday. Economic strain has overridden tradition, I guess. Christmas parades are commencing a week early, too. Once again my holiday equilibrium is thrown off.
Growing up, our household traditions were upheld by Mom. We always turned to her to keep the season merry and bright. When she passed away after a short battle with cancer, nothing was the same. It was enough to attempt to pull ourselves together emotionally let alone try to carry on the traditions that Mom made so perfect. Those traditions couldn't be carried out if she wasn't there to execute them.
As I've matured and built a household of my own, I've been incapable of duplicating the spirit that Mom embodied. When I was married and had a newborn child, the hope of creating our own traditions filled me with such elation. What ensued was decorating a tree, mostly by myself, while listening to Christmas tunes. Mancub has never been giddy with excitement over decorating a tree. In spite of my efforts to create tradition, we're lacking in having year in and year out expectations. Maybe in turn Mancub won't have a major adjustment when he sets out into adulthood. Perhaps when he is with a significant other he won't impose upon them "my Mom always ..." sort of situations that lead to argument and holiday stress.
Please don't let any of this imply that I'm a Scrooge. Indifference is really what this time of year evokes within me. Besides, Scrooge had tons of dough. He was just stingy with it. I'm broke.
Do you have traditions that you absolutely cannot live without? Did you start it or is a carry over from childhood or handed down from generation to generation? I'd love to learn what puts the cherry on your holiday sundae.