Growing up, I always craved excitement on Christmas Day. After unwrapping our presents, the post-gift letdown felt heavy, almost like a hangover. My mom, however, had her own traditions. She would spend most of the day in her robe, whipping up a hearty breakfast. Once the chaos of gift-opening settled, she’d tidy up just in time to start preparing a grand dinner, often featuring a sweet candied ham.
She would eventually emerge from her room, dressed and cheerful, as the delicious aromas wafted through the house. Meanwhile, my siblings and I would obsessively inspect our new toys while It’s A Wonderful Life played softly in the background. Back then, I found it a bit dull and didn’t appreciate the beauty of those moments; I longed for more visits, more gifts, and a continuation of the festive spirit.
Now, I understand my mom’s perspective: nothing compares to a cozy Christmas at home. When my children were younger, we tried the visiting route. We’d open gifts at home, and I would race to clean up due to my anxiety. Then, we’d dress the kids and stuff them into the car, enduring their complaints about leaving their new treasures behind. We avoided bringing anything along that might get damaged or lost, and I already had enough to transport, like the casserole and dessert, alongside three toddlers and all their gear.
By the time we reached our destination, my kids were already exhausted. While they would eventually perk up with another round of gifts, it often led to meltdowns, leaving me unable to enjoy the Christmas dinner I had been eagerly anticipating. Getting them to leave the party and head home was equally challenging.
The breaking point came when my daughter and her cousin became overwhelmed and cried during gift-opening. It was clear that no one was enjoying themselves, and we spent the rest of the holiday recovering from the chaos. It felt like a daunting obligation to visit every family member, and while we didn’t manage to see them all, the pressure loomed large when you have a partner and extended family.
Now, I’ve established a new rule: Christmas is a day for us to stay home. It’s a holiday, after all, and I refuse to be bound by a schedule. I want to relish the day in my pajamas, snack at my leisure, and skip the pressure of preparing a big meal.
Between work, school, and everyday life, there’s no other day that exclusively belongs to me and my kids. That’s why I’ve designated Christmas as our “just us” day. My children eagerly anticipate this tradition, and I believe they’ve embraced it partly because they see how much happier I am.
If anyone wants to drop by, they have the other 364 days of the year to do so. I never feel like we’re missing out when other family members gather; instead, I feel like we’re gaining something truly special. Christmas is now our personal holiday, and I intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.
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In summary, I’ve learned to cherish Christmas at home, away from the chaos of rushing between family gatherings. This day is now dedicated to creating our own special memories, free from the pressures of obligations.