Christmas for meDecember 29, 2015, by Deena @Shoes to Shiraz
I spent 25 Christmas Eves at my Grandma Diehl's house where we celebrated in a very traditional French Canadian way: la messe de minuit, la réveillon, tourtière et les chansons en français. It was something I looked forward to every year. One of my favourite moments was after midnight mass, at the end of the Joy to the World, everyone in the congregation would stick around and hug, wishing Merry Christmasses. It truly felt holy, refreshing and new.
I think I loved our Christmas Eve traditions, mostly because my Grandma did an amazing job hosting. The entire basement was our play place for Christmas all year. The tree stayed up, the kitchen was right there and I would dream year round of that magical night. She somehow tirelessly hosted 30-50 people in that house and made it look effortless.
I loved it so much that I wanted a Christmas wedding so I could have my whole family back for Christmas.
Selfish, yes. Christmas lover, absolutely. One of my favourite events was the coming of Santa Claus at some point in the evening. I would spend my nights looking out the window, watching for Rudolph's nose or getting myself sick with anxiety looking forward to his visit. My Grandma had someone different play the part every year and as there were so many bodies in the house, it was impossible to notice someone missing. Tradition had the newest addition to the family had to take on the role. I can picture my Grandma in her moccasins coming down the stairs telling us excitedly that she heard bells.
That is why continuing that tradition is so important to me. Even when I knew the truth about Santa (sshhhhh, I won't tell) I still looked forward to that little bit of magic that was to be had.
|Me @ 8 years old with Grandma and Grandpa, my brother on the right and my cousin Kelly (RIP) on the left.|
|And there's anxious Deena...either worried about boys or where Santa was.|
|Brother Rob, still believing.|