We have several traditions in our family. Most of them are handed down by my side because I husband claims that he doesn't believe in tradition & that his family is not like that. Which is wrong because we always do the same things at their house at Christmas (bake thousands of cookies, decorate the tree, etc). And for someone who claims to not care about tradition he's always the first one to scream out it's time to open presents and that we "always open presents on Christmas Eve". Which is untrue of both our families, but he continually tries to convince every one that it is a tradition.
|Where did these little girls go?!|
Anyway, one of my favorite traditions is one I started with my kiddos.
|Oh, look at that little peanut in front... she turned a year today! I think time changed to warp speed in 2010.|
Every Christmas Eve after the church service & feasting on Pizza at 8:30pm (I grew up as a pastor's child & I married a pastor, Christmas Eve church service is the focus of the evening. There is no room for fancy dinners, but there is always room for Pizza Hut!) my little monkeys get to open one present. It's a little anti-climatic because it is always the same thing- pajamas.
|Even at a young age Gracie refused to take a straight forward, & Maddie is, of course, picture perfect.|
I love this tradition because we all get that tinge of anticipation for ripping open the wrapping paper out of our system (for a few minutes anyway). My kids get new pjs, which they always somehow need. I don't get it because they just wear them to bed- but whatever. I like practical gifts. And lastly they're gift can go right into use & motivates them to put on their pjs. Even if it's just for that one night!