A rug hooking little pin from Donna
Finally my energy is back and as I pack away Christmas today I recall the funny moments of Christmas 2015.
Now my husbands family tradition is probably not unique to some, but coming from a large Hispanic family which tradition was tamales and rice and beans on Christmas Eve and everyone talking over each other it seemed tame. In our family my Dad was the best story teller!
My Dad would always stress being there for your family and then he would have us all in stitches telling about the characters of his youth.
It was such a contrast going from one home to another on Christmas Eve. Jack's family was originally from Ohio and his nationality was strong German from his mom and his Dads family ancestry was Swedish.
His Dad was a typical War hero who never spoke about World War II, yet years later as we looked at his three Purple hearts and one Bronze star I marveled at what he had experienced in Europe. Two families polar opposites in personalities and yet both keeping their simple traditions intact.
Now to me hubby's family seemed rather quite civilized with someone dressing up as Santa every year. I remember on Christmas Eve there would be the quick scurry to the kitchen closing the sliding kitchen door and my mother in law Alice getting out the suit and who ever was suppose to be Santa being stuffed with pillows and quickly going out to the garage and then the ringing of Santa's Bell!
I remember forty years ago sitting on the green sofa which was usually covered in plastic at my in-laws except on holidays and feeling sort of silly Santa making a special visit. Since there were no grandkids at the time and in our early twenty's on Christmas Eve it felt pretty silly to me and yet sweet.
There we were like deer in headlights Christmas eve. Young adults staring at Santa at the door and everyone going along with the program. At this home there was no mad dash opening of presents at once but the distribution of presents one after another with the polite "Thank You Santa" as he went out the door.
Before Santa left Alice my mother in law would bring out her camera and we would smile with an arm around Santa. It was a wonderful tradition his family enjoyed and like my family's tamales we want to keep it. It's now 2015 and our Traditions!
My Grandson Jack loves Santa and being four sat on his lap at Disneyland and was quite happy telling Santa what he wanted. So when my daughter still wanted hubby dressing up as Santa I was a little concerned the jig could be up.
Little Jack opens the door and says after hubby says" Ho Ho Ho!" in his best Santa voice.
"That's Grandpa!" now my daughter and her hubby just keep repeating it's Santa! The poor little guy Jack is in the middle of these adults who seem to have lost realty of who is in the house. It's his Grandpa dressed up!
My grandson just keeps looking at all of us with the funniest expression.
Hubby then starts his story how Santa forgot one present and stopped by just to give it to him. Crouching on his knee he is in full Santa gear eyeglasses suit white beard and oops he still has his normal shoes on and little Jack explains "That's Grandpa's shoes. "His parents explain they have the same shoes.
I see the situation getting funnier and more absurd as the little guy keeps saying "That's Grandpa." Finally as Santa goes out the door and little Jack sees the door shut he turns around and looks at all of us, with a adult looking expression he states" Well that was strange!"
Megan's Christmas decorations
I loved Megan's tree
Grandpa Jack playing with his Christmas
present a portable dvd player. .
Little Jack still wondering about Grandpa and Santa
Here are some quick pics of what the ladies did in December pics by Michele enjoy!
Cross stitch probably Stephanie did these
Great baby caps Marjorie
You are so kind to others