Our Tradition

2010/02/17 at 12:37 PM Leave a comment

Mi Hombre and I come from very different cultural backgrounds. He is a Colombian/Latin American and I am a French/Polish Canadian. Because of this and the vast difference of geographical location of our families, we possess very different traditions for celebrating the Christmas season. Our first Christmas together as a family was a toss up. Which he won because the majority of his Spanish brood is here in our home town-mine remains North of the friendly boarder.  The family arrangements were easily made, but Mi Hombre and I could not decide upon which way we would be decking the halls of his, now our, cozy craftsman.

In the past, Mi Hombre’s Christmas’ were spent placating his ex by celebrating together Christmas morning-for the sake of Super-girl. I sigh in relief that this was the first tradition that we bid farewell to. My Christmas’ were spent under the tree with my 4 legged kids, and at the hospital with the only semblance of family I had-my co-workers.  This was the second tradition farewell of the season, and one that strangely I miss more than I had anticipated. Although, I am sure that it would not be hard to imagine the joy that Mi Hombre and I both felt to be spending the holidays together, in love, surrounded by our new family and those who we actually wanted to be with.

Since Super-girl was 3 Mi Hombre had taught her his heritage and familial traditions. Each year for Christmas he and Super-girl would decorate a Chamiso together (a bundle of dried sticks or branches, spray painted silver or gold, placed in a large pot and decorated with tiny ornaments and white lights). Being new to the family and culturally a lot different, I thought it would be fun to introduce both Mi Hombre and Super-girl to another way of experiencing Christmas.

I was shocked when I found out that neither of Super-girl’s parents believed in Santa Claus or celebrated his traditions. Who doesn’t believe in the jolly-fat man in the red suit and everything inspiring that he brings to a child’s heart? My first thought was, this has got to change!  With eggnog in hand-yes spiked with rum…I set out to introduce both my new loves to a European Traditional Christmas-filled with everything Claus!

Super-girl said that she had never cut down and decorated a real Christmas tree, written Santa Claus a letter or even sat on his knee. As judgmental as I am I found this ghastly.  I was determined that this must change.  After all, she was 5 and still had enough innocence in her to flood her imagination with all things Christmas. Beginning with the birth of Christ, to Saint Nicholas, to Kris Kringle’s workshop in the Great North pole, I covered all the folklore and stories-several times over. I can still envision the wild amazement in her eyes and feel the excitement that erupted within her.  As a child I have such fond memories of these things and since I still believe in Santa Claus, we opted to change things up a little for our first Christmas together.

After Thanksgiving I introduced her to the “Elf on the Shelf” and his story.  It is a delightful tradition that ignites the festive spirit and helps to keep children on their best behaviour throughout the Christmas season. It was pure delight to find Super-girl each morning eagerly jumping from her bed to find Santa’s little elf hidden throughout the house.  She would tell him her secret Christmas wishes and everything she wanted to convey to Santa…It was priceless, and a tradition that we still practice now 3 years later.

We went to the local tree farmer and picked out our choice in evergreen, placed it in our living room and began to decorate with the many carols of Christmas playing in the background.  I can remember it clear as day.  When Super-girl mounted her first angel atop of a tree while sitting on Mi Hombre’s shoulders-both of them were sporting a Cheshire cat grin. I remember saying to myself, this moment is for the vault!  Afterward we lit her up and lay underneath her admiring all her sparkles and beauty-boy that evergreen shone bright.

We three with the four-legged beasts lounged together around that shining tree for a really long time.  We sipped on our Colombian chocolate and told Super-girl the stories of our childhood Christmas’. As cliche as it is to say, it really was a Hallmark moment.  It was one of those moments the will remain forever etched in my heart.  It was so reminiscent of my childhood Christmas’ in the Great white North and admittedly, I finally felt like I was home.


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