Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories: December 13



(This is post 13 in the Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories hosted by Geneabloggers.com)

Prompt: December 13 - Holiday Travel
Did you or your ancestors travel anywhere for Christmas? How did you travel and who traveled with you? Do you remember any special trips?

I come from a small family. Even when you add "extended" it's still pretty tiny. Most everyone lived in the same city, so our trips were pretty short.

For almost 30 years, my aunt and uncle have had Christmas Eve. It usually involves ham and cheesy potatoes. I still get an invitation.

Christmas morning was always at our house. My parents did the Christmas breakfast and my grandparents would come over. They always had to make the rounds and visit all the grandkids. After a while they'd leave to prepare for dinner.

Christmas dinner was at my grandparents house. How we all fit in there I'll never know, but we did. Grandma made a good turkey.

Now my parents have taken over Christmas dinner. They are the grandparents and there's new grandchildren running around. We still have turkey. It's still good. I still sit at the kids' table.



(Originally posted December 13, 2009)

3 comments:

  1. Isn't it funny how even though our homes were so crowded, we never felt uncomfortable? We had so many people crammed into small houses, but we made it work and we loved it! Maybe the adults talked about and we kids just ignored it, but it never mattered to me that I had to sit on the floor or on someone's lap. It was always chaotic, but I wouldn't trade it for anything! :)

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  2. Oh, the famous 'kids' table'. Now that I am at the adult table I sometimes wish I could go back.
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  3. We're struggling with the 'kids' table at our family gatherings since there are only 3 kids and one of them is still too young to sit quietly away from his parents. So putting the other two at the kids table would be like sending them to Siberia. Sigh.

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