I love Christmas. I love everything about it. I love that extra warm and fuzzy feeling you have about everything around you, I love the festivals, the markets, the parades, the Santas on every mall plaza, the magazine covers, the mail, the music, the joy, the lights, the decorations.... I could go on and on about every last detail that thrills me.
Even though I am your average Christmas super fan, I don't have any solid traditions for my family. I think I just woke up and realized that I am the mom now and it is my job to cultivate tradition in my family. Oh dang, I better get on it! It's a little overwhelming though, right!?! My dear friend uses this phrase with me every time I feel the stress of a big project: How do you eat and elephant? One bite at a time.
Growing up I always found Christmas decorating day to be so comforting. I loved unwrapping each item and saying hello to an old friend that has been gone for the last 11 months. So the other day I pulled out just a few decorations and we found this snow globe that I bought on my son's first Christmas to commemorate our holiday card photo. He was thrilled to see it and then show it off to his sister. Yay, my first tradition! Later today the Benson family is marching out to a Christmas tree farm for the second year in a row to cut down our tree. Yay, my second tradition!
In the quiet of the new year, I plan to make my family a Christmas quilt that will be brought out for that time of year when everything around you gives you the extra warm and fuzzies. After all, I have to start somewhere and I am taking on tradition one bite at a time.