I have always really loved Christmas. Always, even during sad times in the past.
I like it best when there feels like there is a long pre-Christmas build up. You hear the songs, you see the street decorations, the tree is up. You have a long time to really get excited! That hasn’t really happened this year, as we have been super busy with the land and Lujos. But once daughter Peggy arrives on Tuesday, we will really get into the spirit, we always do!
I was thinking the other day about my childhood Christmases. The customs we practiced were very different from our customs now. The Larson family would open all presents (except stocking gifts from Santa) on Christmas Eve – the Scandinavian custom, I believe. We children would be unbearably excited, but we all had to wait until our nativity program was complete. Oldest brother Bill would assign the reading parts (the story of Jesus’ birth from the Bible) – I would get soooo nervous before I was due to read! All five of the kids would read, and we would sing Christmas songs between readings. It may sound corny to you now, but I remember that tradition with huge fondness now.