When I was a child it was ALL about presents. From a young age it was about 'what I want', 'what I got' and 'what did you get?'. Actually, those sentiments lasted until I left home for my 'adult' life beyond college.
At our house, presents were in abundance; a ridiculous amount. Of course I thought it was all wonderful and natural, but given the way I celebrate the season now, another world. At our house you could open 1 present on Christmas Eve and then we'd read the story "The Night Before Christmas" together. There was always a fabulous stocking and Santa wrapped every present in red tissue paper. There was a book, a record, a game, lots of clothes and you had to find your BIG present by way of a treasure hunt, 4 or 5 slick clues, in prose, that sent you about the house in search of the next clue and finally the coveted gift. It was all wonderful.
Dinner was sumptuous. Mom always had those little poppers at our place setting. You'd pull a string at each end, there would be a pop and your fortune for the year would emerge. All so fun.
Grampa Thompson always gave 1 family gift.
One I distinctly remember was the pool table. That table captured the attention of us as a family and of many, many friends. Our basement playroom was a 'playground' for hoards of teenagers. There was the pool table, the piano, a TV, a bongo board and lots of room for lounging. It was perfect.
When the kids were growing up, we celebrated on Christmas Eve. A yummy smoothy and nibbles to open presents by. Stockings were the favorite part and then there was one or two gifts. Simple. I treasure the family time of those years.
Now? Hmmm. A tree outdoors.
May the joy of your celebration carry you towards the New Year; a year of peace, love, and hope.