I have a lot of really great memories of Christmas as a kid. We had some traditions in our house that I really looked forward to each year, and it’s mostly those traditions that I think of when I get into reminisce-mode. Of course, most of these traditions revolved around food – what kind of cookies my Mom made, what we ate on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. Traditions are a great way to create memories with your family.
So, with all of that in mind, I talked with my 5-year old a few days ago, explaining to her what “traditions” are, and to suggest that maybe we start a tradition of eating something special on Christmas Eve. I explained that it didn’t need to be anything fancy, but rather, something we could eat each year on Christmas Eve, and become a tradition. She thought for a minute or two, her little 5-year-old face screwed up in intense concentration. Then she said, “I know, Mommy. Chicken noodle soup.”. Yep, just grab an envelope of Lipton’s salty soup mix, and throw it in a pot of boiling water.
Um, I don’t think that’s going to be our dinner Christmas Eve. I think maybe I’ll think of something else instead.
