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My rather small family would always start by putting up the family tree, we have one box of decorations that is dedicated to homemade baubles that we all have made over the years, which we put on the tree last to give it that finishing touch.
After the tree is up and decorated, our father would be the one to put the big star at the very top since he was the tallest and could reach the top of the tree without a stepladder this became our little tradition, then we would all stand back to admire our collaborated handywork, lol.
The one thing I always loved about this time of year is we would always wait until after the tree was up for that perfect day, when we would brew up some steaming hot cocoa, grab a bag of marshmallows, dust off our toboggans, and head out to the longest hill we were lucky enough to have within walking distance to our home, we would spend the whole afternoon on that hill, building snowmen, having snowball fights, and of course tobogganing, and when we were finished my cheeks would hurt so much from the fun I would have spending the day laughing out loud with my family.
On Christmas Eve we are always each given one gift to open as we sit and either watch or listen to a selection of old Christmas favorites while melting marshmallows in a cup of piping hot chocolate, wondering while I sipped if I had been good enough to make it onto Santa's good list, or if I had been put on his naughty list for the prank I pulled on Auntie Jean back in August, but as always my worry was for nothing, as we always woke to the fresh smell of pies in the oven, followed by the smell of turkey for the rest of the day, and Santa's gifts were always under the tree for us to open, though there weren't alot of gifts we always somehow received at least one of the things we had been wishing for.
I often wondered though if I was indeed being punished after opening the gifts from Grandma and Grandpa which would always seem to have a homemade festive sweater inside that I would stuff to the back of my closet after the events with the rest of them, only allowing them to make their appearance once again between the time the tree had gone up till after the festivities were over every year to make my grandparents happy and smile while they were visiting our home over Christmas.
The rest of Christmas day after the gifts were opened would be spent together as a family waiting for the turkey to finish so we could all sit down to eat together, stuffing our bellies so full that we could hardly move when we were finished.
This is how our little family has always celebrated the Christmas holidays here in Canada.
After the tree is up and decorated, our father would be the one to put the big star at the very top since he was the tallest and could reach the top of the tree without a stepladder this became our little tradition, then we would all stand back to admire our collaborated handywork, lol.
The one thing I always loved about this time of year is we would always wait until after the tree was up for that perfect day, when we would brew up some steaming hot cocoa, grab a bag of marshmallows, dust off our toboggans, and head out to the longest hill we were lucky enough to have within walking distance to our home, we would spend the whole afternoon on that hill, building snowmen, having snowball fights, and of course tobogganing, and when we were finished my cheeks would hurt so much from the fun I would have spending the day laughing out loud with my family.
On Christmas Eve we are always each given one gift to open as we sit and either watch or listen to a selection of old Christmas favorites while melting marshmallows in a cup of piping hot chocolate, wondering while I sipped if I had been good enough to make it onto Santa's good list, or if I had been put on his naughty list for the prank I pulled on Auntie Jean back in August, but as always my worry was for nothing, as we always woke to the fresh smell of pies in the oven, followed by the smell of turkey for the rest of the day, and Santa's gifts were always under the tree for us to open, though there weren't alot of gifts we always somehow received at least one of the things we had been wishing for.
I often wondered though if I was indeed being punished after opening the gifts from Grandma and Grandpa which would always seem to have a homemade festive sweater inside that I would stuff to the back of my closet after the events with the rest of them, only allowing them to make their appearance once again between the time the tree had gone up till after the festivities were over every year to make my grandparents happy and smile while they were visiting our home over Christmas.
The rest of Christmas day after the gifts were opened would be spent together as a family waiting for the turkey to finish so we could all sit down to eat together, stuffing our bellies so full that we could hardly move when we were finished.
This is how our little family has always celebrated the Christmas holidays here in Canada.