We would then barrel down the stairs, plop down at our pre-appointed place and start tearing through the gifts.
I always selected my pre-appointed place first because I felt safest by a wall.
We also looked at Christmas lights every Christmas eve, at least until I was fifteen and we left New Jersey where there were numerous people who were exceptionally exuberant with their decorations.
My children now wait until 7 am to venture into the living room. They also insist on the Christmas lights tour on Christmas Eve, though Samuel and I have a second tradition of waiting for the North Pole Christmas tree (a tree in the center of a street) that gets decorated with lights every year by the neighbors who live around it.
Here’s to old traditions, blended traditions and brand new ones to keep us growing and serving this world where we are blessed to be a part of the human community.
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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a
brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking.
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