Yesterday I wrote a post from Mama Kat’s Losin It’s blog’s writing prompts. Sorry, there were a lot of possessive adjectives in that sentence…. woah. Not fixing it, haha and I only care a little bit……..
**Yesterday I wrote a post pulled from the writing prompts given on Mama Kat’s Losin It, a blog I’ve been following for a while because of the great prompts she gives.**
I feel better now.
A favourite holiday tradition, she says.
I have a few. And I have a few “tastes of Christmas” to share, as I write this on Saturday, from my Grandparents’ farm. After lunch, Grandma handed me one of her amazing sour cherry tarts, and with a mouth completely full of deliciousness, I muttered “this tastes like Christmas.” How can something taste like Christmas, you ask? Well, read my list, and see if you agree.
Things that taste like Christmas to me:
- Grandma’s Sour Cherry Tarts
- Egg Nog
- Misty Mints
And finally, I suppose turkey dinner tastes like Christmas, though it also tastes like Thanksgiving and Easter… so… who knows? What does Christmas taste like to you?
Two traditions that happen every year that I don’t like going without are things that I can’t taste.
1. The Christmas program that gets put on every year at Grandma’s. I arrived a day ahead of most of my family due to a pending ice storm. I was coming from South of Grandma’s, and everyone else is coming from North of here, so I left in time to not get stuck in a ditch somewhere between home and here.
This morning over breakfast, Grandma and I cracked open the Bible, picked the passages we’ll be reading from the Christmas story (in the various Gospels), and then she left me with a Christmas carol book to pick the songs that would go with them. I finally got my violin in tune… gosh, it’s hard…. and then she played piano while I played piano. Dad and the rest of the crew are slated to arrive in about an hour and a half, and he’ll bring his guitar, and we’ll have a musical night of praising Jesus and celebrating His birth. We didn’t do this last year because Christmas was at my house. I had just bought a house and I really wanted to entertain, so I invited everyone down to my place. It’s really nice to be back at Grandma’s again this year. Shout out to my Grandparents, who are more than likely reading this….
2. Decorating the tree with my Mom. Ever since I was old enough to do this without busting ornaments, Mom and I have done it together while watching the Toronto Santa Claus Parade on TV. My brother joined in when he was younger, but it became ‘our thing’ as he got older and didn’t want to do it anymore. We would eat Voortman’s cookies and clementines, pop popcorn, watch the parade, and hang the ornaments on the tree. Now that I’m all grown up and I don’t live with my Mom anymore, I feel it’s imperative that I wait until my Mom can get to my house so we can decorate the tree together anyway. It never seems to coincide with the parade anymore, but we’ve changed the tradition a little bit so that now we watch a Christmas movie while we decorate the tree. It’s probably my favourite tradition of all, and if I ever have kids, I hope to recreate it with them… though I imagine it’ll be easier with girls past a certain age…. but regardless. I want to keep it going. Love you Mom, I know you’re reading this!