When we were kids, my parents had a few traditions around the holidays. We decorated a tree. We always spent the night at grandma’s. My uncle was always Santa Claus (well, Father Frost, but same difference). New Year’s eve was our holiday and we did it as a family. When we moved to the US, new traditions emerged. We got our “Christmas tree” on Christmas eve because we didn’t celebrate until New Year’s and, hey, why not get a free tree? Along with a tree on Christmas Eve, our family traditions included getting in a fight over decorating the tree and opening all our gifts before midnight. You see, my personality rings completely true to those of my family – we’re passionate, impatient, and opinionated. Throw 4 of us into one room and the sparks are hard to miss. We love one another endlessly.
When Jon and I started a family of our own (with two pups in tow), we didn’t really have any traditions. We went along with whatever everyone else was doing – Christmas at Gigi’s? Sure. New Year’s out with my folks? We’re in. We were always game for sleeping on a floors, the couch, or whatever else was around. We had no ties to our “home” and we were both happy to be with our family for the holidays. When we had our first baby, our traditions started to evolve. We love watching our kids walk down the hallway on Christmas morning. We always wrap gifts last minute We still try to spend as much time with family as possible – Christmas afternoon at grandma’s and New Year’s with my folks.
And along with these traditions, we’ve created the tree-getting traditions at Winterberry Farm.
Winterberry Farm 2012 (for whatever reason I didn’t blog our 2011 photos): 1 almost 2 year old in tow and a very pregnant belly.