I can't say we area carrying on my childhood traditions, but I wanted to write today and share them. My kids are older now, and well, I can't really stay up that late (ha ha ha!).
As a child, Mom would fill the kitchen table with leftover Christmas cookies, chips and dips, cheese ball and crackers, and punch. Lights would be off and candles would be lit.
The real Christmas tree would still be up, covered with that thin, silver tinsel, homemade ornaments and blinking lights. There was a star light on the top.
We'd crawl under the tree bottom, because Dad built a box to put the tree stand on. The smell was wonderful. We'd take our coloring books and crayons and color for hours under the blinking lights and tree limbs.
The TV would be turned on to the "count down" and we'd get in our PJ's.
The punch was Hawaiian punch, ginger-ale and 7-up. She'd fill a huge punch bowl and we'd sip from those tiny fun cups it came with.
We'd stay up until midnight, throw confetti, then run around the house (in winter wear and boots) beating on Mom's pots with her wooden spoons, screaming "Happy New Year!" Keep in mind this was in town and we had neighbors, ha ha ha ha!
We have no close neighbors out here, but I'm sure if we lived in town the kids would be up to some sort of shenanigans. Now, the kids are older and one went to sleepover party, and one has to work (or is on call).
Hubby and I have no plans but to possible cut more wood and just relax, as my kitchen is clean!! Can you believe it!
Shoot, now I want to crawl under my Christmas tree, and color in a coloring book. Oh, how I would love to put up a real tree one of these years.
As a child, Mom would fill the kitchen table with leftover Christmas cookies, chips and dips, cheese ball and crackers, and punch. Lights would be off and candles would be lit.
The real Christmas tree would still be up, covered with that thin, silver tinsel, homemade ornaments and blinking lights. There was a star light on the top.
We'd crawl under the tree bottom, because Dad built a box to put the tree stand on. The smell was wonderful. We'd take our coloring books and crayons and color for hours under the blinking lights and tree limbs.
The TV would be turned on to the "count down" and we'd get in our PJ's.
The punch was Hawaiian punch, ginger-ale and 7-up. She'd fill a huge punch bowl and we'd sip from those tiny fun cups it came with.
We'd stay up until midnight, throw confetti, then run around the house (in winter wear and boots) beating on Mom's pots with her wooden spoons, screaming "Happy New Year!" Keep in mind this was in town and we had neighbors, ha ha ha ha!
We have no close neighbors out here, but I'm sure if we lived in town the kids would be up to some sort of shenanigans. Now, the kids are older and one went to sleepover party, and one has to work (or is on call).
Hubby and I have no plans but to possible cut more wood and just relax, as my kitchen is clean!! Can you believe it!
Shoot, now I want to crawl under my Christmas tree, and color in a coloring book. Oh, how I would love to put up a real tree one of these years.
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