We have a home in Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains and retreat there for the weekend following Christmas. Upon arrival, my kids conduct a stealth mission to find a mangy evergreen in need of a trim. They lop off 2 or 3 feet, scurry home, shove it in a stand and swaddle it in cotton batting in an attempt to keep it upright. We festoon it with a string of lights, some faded construction paper chains, and the handcrafted ornaments the kids made in elementary school – think elbow macaroni glitter-glued to a paper plate. We gather round and “ooh” and “aah” over the Christmas Twig as if it were the one in Rockefeller Center.
Holiday traditions can be silly or strange, touching or tacky. Care to share some of yours?
Mine involve food, specifically a cookie called the sandbakelser. I make it every year, have since I was a kid, although no Swedish blood anywhere in the family tree. Decades later I asked my mom why she wanted me to make them, and she said “It gave you something to do and kept you out of my hair so I could wrap presents.” And now we can’t have Christmas in our family without them…. go figure.