I can hardly, rarely, ever say or think the word “TRADITION” without a few bars of Fiddler on Roof’s Tevye singing “Tradition” running through my head. It’s practically impossible for me. Because tradition is a big deal. It’s the thing of family solidarity. It’s what brings us together. It’s what helps us keep our “balance“.
And so, for your viewing pleasure, here’s the link to TRADITION
… “and because of our traditions, everyone of us knows who he is and what God expects him to do“. I love this.
Traditions become a topic of conversation at Christmas time. At the company “Holiday Party” we are often asked, “Do you have any family traditions?” To which I can readily answer “Why yes we do”.
Our traditions and have changed over time. The traditions we kept with young children like putting out milk and cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve are no longer recognized.
Some traditions are diehards – must do – can’t miss type of traditions like reading the Christmas Story from the Bible on Christmas Eve.
Also White Christmas. That’s a must. At least it is for me.
One of our favorite traditions has always been The Annual Gingerbread House building night. Every year I would buy the little kit and everyone would gather around to make it.
Sometimes we’d keep it for display and sometimes we’d give it away to a family that needed a little extra Christmas spirit. BUT we ALWAYS, ALWAYS made one. It’s TRADITIOOOOON.
Over the years, however, it’s gotten a little more elaborate – often involving a competition with our best friends down the street.
How do you judge which Gingerbread house is better when you have the teeny tiny stable scene versus the home of the Weasley family – AKA The Burrow from Harry Potter?
The Gingerbread creations began to take on whole new meaning … and mess!
These creations were often (thankfully) undertaken while I was at work – once the big boys got home from college. This particular creation was pretty much an EPIC FAIL – but fun was had by all during the creation.
But it got crazier.
There was no sleep the night this one was made.
That year the judging between the two families was done by the Grinch himself!
This was last year’s Gingerbread House. For some strange reason, I had the mistaken thought that adding daughters in law to the mix would perhaps tame the TRADITION somehow. And it did … sort of.
Look at the beautiful little Gingerbread Village. So peaceful and calm – that is until the REBELS rolled in and the battle ensued:
…. and turned the place into a bloody war zone. I mean SERIOUSLY?!? Is nothing sacred anymore?
Well, take heart my friends. The tradition has now extended to my children’s children. It’s sweet and tender.
I had a gingerbread kit all ready to go to send to this cute family but they beat me to it. This TRADITION is important to them and it does a grandma’s heart good to see it continuing with the next generation. All is well.
As for this year’s Gingerbread House – apparently construction begins on Friday when our #4 gets home from college. He has already spoken with his brothers about it and plans are being drawn up. Who knows what they’ll come up with this year.
Are you seeing any traditions continue with YOUR next generation?