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December 28, 2009 / allyo

Days of Joy: Traditions

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It was either Jamie’s first or second Christmas when Tar-jay started carrying classic p00h Christmas accessories. Jamie has a tigger stocking and this set of decorations. I clearly remember standing in the aisle looking at this set, debating over whether or not to buy it. It didn’t seem good enough for MY baby, because it was something that millions of other people could buy. I wanted to be able to afford a special, one of a kind something or other to truly signify just how special and important my child was.

Heh, I’m thinking it was Jamie’s first Christmas, because if that little mental rant wasn’t fueled at least partly by postpartum hormones then, well, that’s a little scary. Anyway, I had one of my few moments of clarity from that time when I realized that most treasures have humble origins. The trinkets that were dear to me growing up most likely came from Lazarus (our local department store) or Woolworths, the original discount chain. Treasured items typically don’t come with their own emotional worth already in place. We are the ones that decide they are more than inanimate objects.

This set hasn’t made it out every Christmas but it’s home is in Jamie’s room and this year it has replaced the Lightening McQueen light behind it as his secondary night light. I think this may one of the last decorations to find it’s way back into the attic.

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When I was growing up one of the highlights of the Christmas season was the annual Christmas brunch with Santa at the country club. This wasn’t your typical upper crust country club. Home of the to the local branch of the American Italian golfer’s association, it was a place where working class people like my grandparents could join, although I am sure some sacrifice was involved. The brunch is a bit smaller now but it’s been reestablished as an annual tradition hosted by my aunt. My cousins and I attend with our children, and this year my step mom and sister joined us.  My aunts are the glue that holds our family together now that my grandma o is gone. I am so grateful for that.

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  1. MystikMomma / Dec 28 2009 4:03 pm

    You know the glue of it all, well as I am away from home so to speak, I realize that I am becoming the glue. I understand the idea of the Italian Family and how it is to be and how we all come together. As I hear the stories of what happens at “home” I realize that it is my turn to become the matriarch I look for. So much so that I was the only one in my entire Italian Family, 50+members, who actually did the entire Feast of the 7 Fishes, then the homemade pasta the next day. Even my grandmother didn’t enjoy the traditional Christmas Eve Feast on Christmas Eve. Strange to see the torch being passed inadvertently like this so soon.

    On trinkets and such… I remember a coffee can felt covered stocking thing as a child. Now I am certain it has been trashed, in lieu of ceramic Deptarment 56 things… but still humble beginnings do strike a cord that is warm inside our hearts.

    Blessings!

  2. LittleWit / Dec 29 2009 8:21 am

    The boy and I both have trinkets from Lazarus that are near and dear. The Lazzie bear mugs and stuffies. Heck even opening gifts from Lazarus boxes this weekend was a treat and a trip down memory lane. 😉 Merry Christmas!

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