let me just tell you & brag a sec.
he is the most hard working man.
he never complains.
his hours are insane
& he is always trying to do the BEST job he can.
as the holidays approach we have tried to set aside some us time.
our little family is growing,
& this is our first NOT white christmas.
we are aware that this holiday season is not going to be normal.
he worked on thanksgiving
& by the looks of it will probably work christmas eve or christmas day.
this is the first year we have been on our own during the holidays.
not sure what kind of traditions we are going to begin,
but also not really motivated.
working during the holidays is not new to me.
my papi worked shift work,
so every year looked different.
but my mama & papi did their very best to make traditions.
many christmas eves & mornings were spent with my papi in uniform.
we prayed all would be safe on the road & get along so we could have our christmas.
i am thankful to have grown up this way.
to have traditions for the holidays,
but knew they may never happen at the same time in the same order.
i am well prepared for this new life with hubs.
athletic trainers in don't get time off like the rest of the working world.
especially in professional sports.
we are lucky enough to not have been one of the 14 teams playing on christmas.
so as we look towards christmas,
we are excited to start some traditions,
but also know they may not happen practically.
what are your holiday traditions?
what tradition makes christmas feel like christmas to you?
1 comment:
On Christmas Eve, my mom, sisters, and I would go to the 3:00 Christmas Eve service at church. Then we would pick up my Dad from work at 4:00ish and drive my my mom's parents house. We would feast on ham on bun, potato salad, frog eye salad, cranberries, pickles, cottage cheese... and of course, pumpkin, apple, and cherry pies for dessert. Then we'd open gifts in their small, no-electricity-no-running-water cabin, with only a kerosene lantern to light the room. It was warm, it was cozy, it was... Christmas. Then we'd head home after dark, and I remember more times than not that it was snowing, always snowing--big, fluffy, white flakes. Perfect!
On Christmas morning when we woke up, we had to holler downstairs to Mom and Dad. We weren't allowed to come down right away because there usually was a bigger gift that wasn't wrapped and we couldn't see it without the usual pomp and circumstance of hiding our eyes, etc. So, we would eat breakfast upstairs in my sisters' room, read the Christmas story from the Bible, and then we'd get to go downstairs, with eyes closed of course. We'd open gifts and our stockings and then get ready to go to my Dad's parents' house, where a WHOLE ton of people would be. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents... It was crazy, loud, crazy, fun, tiring, crazy...
So there's my Christmas tradition--and probably more than you wanted to know. And if I had to be honest with myself, it still doesn't seem like Christmas without ham, potato salad, and SNOW! Some of my favorite childhood memories!
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