Since the kids were little, we always celebrated Christmas the same way. Christmas Eve service at 6:45 p.m. We’d extend our festal greetings to all and trot on home. The kids would jump into jammies, have hot chocolate or tea, open *one* present and then the Hubster would read T’was the Night Before Christmas and the Nativity story from St. Luke’s Gospel. Christmas morning we’d open gifts, the youngest going first. One present at a time was opened, first by the youngest and proceeding to the oldest in the room. Once done, around we’d go again until all presents were done. Often this could take a couple hours depending on how many extended family members were present. Stockings were always last.
Now the kids are not kids anymore. They have individual lives of their own into which are intertwined friends and special people. Thus our tradition has taken a turn in a different direction.
This year we attended Christmas Eve service at 6:45 p.m. at Calvary Baptist. It was a lovely service. The choir sang exceptionally well. The young lady who sang O Holy Night did a wonderful job. We came home, jumped into comfy clothes, got hot tea and snacks and did things in reverse. Tonight we opened all our presents except for the stockings but we started from the oldest to the youngest. It still took an hour and was just as much fun.
Tomorrow we will attend Divine Liturgy at Holy Trinity, come home, have our festal meal, open stocking gifts, and DD will be on her way to celebrate the remainder of the day with her special guy.
Some traditions serve their purpose for a time and need slight modification thus become a new (little ‘t’) tradition. Yet the important (big ‘T’) Tradition never changes. Marking the birth of our Lord and Savior, the Word come in the Flesh to dwell among us.