It’s the most wonderful time of the year

This time of year is really special for me. As Christmas approaches I am bombarded with childhood memories of Christmas over the years. I’ve debated which ones to talk about here and which ones you probably won’t get.  Sometimes you just have to be there.  But there are a few that stand out in my mind as particularly precious.

To me, one of the most important traditions my family has is the reinactment of the Christmas Story, as told in the Bible and the Book of Mormon.  My dad reads from these sacred texts as the children act out the story.  The first year we decided to do this it was only me and M.  A far cry from the six of us there are today.  It was decided that I would be Joseph because I was taller. I wore a t-shirt of my dad’s and had a towel wrapped around my head.  M was Mary. She also wore a t-shirt of my dad’s and attempted to look pregnant until the moment that Jesus was visible in the story.  My stuffed tiger played the part of the donkey.  A stuffed duck was the animal in the stable.  A doll wrapped in a blanket was baby Jesus.  His manger was a little cubby in the entertainment center.  Clearly these were humble beginnings.  Each year we built on the tradition.  Now we have costumes (a relatively wide variety of bathrobes) and people to play almost every character in the story.  We’re still a little short for the Wise Men.  Mostly owing to the fact that there were 4 girls and 2 boys, it is a female dominated production.  Now my sweet husband is participating in this tradition for the first time this year.  It should be great!

The duck looked a little like this

Another unspoken tradition is getting up before the crack of dawn (2 or 3 am is customary) to sit around the tree and gaze longlingly at our gifts.  Usually around five or six am we start singing Christmas songs to inform my parents that we are ready for our gifts. We go around in a circle, each person getting a few seconds of attention on her/him and the gift.

One big rule. . .Santa DOES NOT bring the gifts that go under the tree.  He only brings the stuff in our stockings.

However, this time of year has recently become special for another reason.  On December 17th, 2010 I married the love of my life.  I know I frequently spout my feminist ideals on here and this statement may sound contradictory to those ideals, but I don’t care that much.  That was the best day of my life.  It was filled with family, love, and joy.  The judge that read us our vows was phenomenal.  Any government official that is willing to work until 5:30 pm on a Friday the week before Christmas is great in my book.

The morning of our wedding I got flowers and breakfast in bed. I have to admit, for such an independent woman I loved being taken care of.  I know it was our day, but I feel like I’m the lucky one.

See, definitely the lucky one here
Advertisements

2 thoughts on “It’s the most wonderful time of the year”

  1. Rachel, that photo of you and your husband is beautiful! Given it’s the first time your husband is participating in the reenactment, things should be interesting! I love family traditions and yours seem to be unique. One of my family traditions is to open only one present on Christmas Eve, at precisely 12!

    Like

  2. Thanks Bella! It’s one of my favorites ones from our wedding (okay, all the photos of our wedding are my favorite, haha.)

    I don’t know that the Christmas Eve at 12 thing would work out to well for us since we’re usually “awake” 2-3 hours after that, haha.

    Like

I love hearing from you! Please feel free to leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s