Dec 2018
Since as long as I can remember
Christmas Eve, we as siblings, exchanged our gifts to each other and we would get our Christmas pajamas from our parents. We would all go to bed as “Santa” would arrive filling our living room with presents. As Christmas morning approached, we wouldn’t come out of our rooms until mom gave the “ok” to come to the top of the steps as we waited for dad to turn on all the lights and decorations throughout the house. In anticipation we would try and peak down the steps as our giggles filled the air. Before we were allowed to see the magic that filled the living room, we had to take a family picture on the steps together. For years and years the steps were filled, but as the years went on, our family dwindled down to only a few as my older brothers and sisters got married and moved out. We even included our pets to the pictures because, of course, they were part of our family.
As the youngest one of my family, of course I was always in the pictures but it felt empty as the years went on. The last picture I remember was of my mom, my oldest sister, our dog Bridgette, and myself. Even though the tradition was kept alive, it felt empty, just us, as it used to be 7 of us plus our pets.
Now, we are married and most have started their own families and traditions, but our tradition still remains close to our hearts.
Families grow up, families grow apart but traditions and love stay close to our hearts.
We have gained a bigger family, but lost some along the way... but we keep them alive with us everyday. Just because they are gone, and no longer here, our traditions, not only during the holidays, stay alive throughout the whole year.
Keep traditions alive and love growing strong, saying a prayer to the ones we have lost. Be thankful for the life you have and the life that continues.... Merry Christmas to all....
Christmas Eve, we as siblings, exchanged our gifts to each other and we would get our Christmas pajamas from our parents. We would all go to bed as “Santa” would arrive filling our living room with presents. As Christmas morning approached, we wouldn’t come out of our rooms until mom gave the “ok” to come to the top of the steps as we waited for dad to turn on all the lights and decorations throughout the house. In anticipation we would try and peak down the steps as our giggles filled the air. Before we were allowed to see the magic that filled the living room, we had to take a family picture on the steps together. For years and years the steps were filled, but as the years went on, our family dwindled down to only a few as my older brothers and sisters got married and moved out. We even included our pets to the pictures because, of course, they were part of our family.
As the youngest one of my family, of course I was always in the pictures but it felt empty as the years went on. The last picture I remember was of my mom, my oldest sister, our dog Bridgette, and myself. Even though the tradition was kept alive, it felt empty, just us, as it used to be 7 of us plus our pets.
Now, we are married and most have started their own families and traditions, but our tradition still remains close to our hearts.
Families grow up, families grow apart but traditions and love stay close to our hearts.
We have gained a bigger family, but lost some along the way... but we keep them alive with us everyday. Just because they are gone, and no longer here, our traditions, not only during the holidays, stay alive throughout the whole year.
Keep traditions alive and love growing strong, saying a prayer to the ones we have lost. Be thankful for the life you have and the life that continues.... Merry Christmas to all....
