Growing up, it was a family tradition to gather together on Christmas Eve at my grandparent’s house. The family gathering consisted of…
5 Uncles
3 Aunts
Their spouses
15 cousins
1 brother
2 parents
Grandma and Grandpa
Several Great-Aunts and Uncles, depending on the year.
That’s a minimum of 36 people in a house that couldn’t have been bigger than 800 square feet.
Oh, and it had 6 foot ceilings.
Around Thanksgiving time, we exchanged names for gift-giving. Come Christmas Eve, the 4 foot Christmas tree was barely visible under the gifts.
I remember walking into Gram’s helping to carry an armful of gifts, trying to not slip on the ice and snow outside. It was freezing every year. My cousins and I went back and forth between hanging with our Dads who were watching football and our Moms in the dining room. We usually grabbed a plate of food – Christmas cookies, meatballs in marinara sauce, cold cuts on little bakery rolls, and shrimp cocktail were staples – and sat on the stairs that were in the middle of the house to wait.
Around 4p.m. every year, my Aunt Manky, Uncle Greg, and Uncle Art would disappear. After Uncle Art passed away, my cousin Timmy took his place.
My cousins and I never realized that people left – it was too busy to notice a few people being gone. But we always knew that if we sat on the stairs long enough after we ate, Santa would come. One of us would hear his bells and alert the others. We would wait until we could see him through the front windows, and someone would open the door for him. Grandma always greeted him at the door with a big hug.
Santa would sit and as gifts were handed to him he would call people up to sit on his lap and get their photo taken. Everyone had to sit on Santa’s lap – no exceptions. That means if you were too scared, your Mom would go with you. If you were too cool as a teen, your Aunts and Uncles would tease you until you sat on his lap. If you were getting too old, well… you never really got too old. Everyone sat on Santa’s lap.
Steve’s first year at our Christmas Eve gathering
There were mountains of used wrapping paper everywhere, as everyone got at least one gift. After Santa left, everyone would linger a little bit longer, but people would begin to leave and drive home to get ready for Santa to come to their houses.
I have amazing memories of Christmas Eve, and it’s hard living far away from family this time of year. I try to have traditions for my kids, but I can’t come close to Gram and Pop’s house.
What Christmas Eve and Christmas Day traditions happen in your family? Are you able to keep up traditions that you had as a child?
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Need an idea for a Christmas tradition? We started a scavenger hunt tradition last year, and are super excited about doing it again this year. It slows down the present opening and gets everyone moving a bit on Christmas morning!
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