Posted this in a blog last year..
Since I was a kid one of my favorite parts of Christmas was going to my Nanny and Poppy's house on Christmas Eve, a few blocks away from me. Following Christmas Eve Mass and visits to exteded family members, I'd go there with my family and prepare for a large Italian feast. It was tradition. Every year I was greated by the smell of Fritillas, Lobster, and an assortment of other wonderful food. Poppy would always be sitting on the couch when we walked in, eagerly awaiting the celebration. My sister and I would take turns on the computer, play ping pong, wait for Santa to come around on his fire truck, or come up with our own renditions of Jingle Bells on drums. Then we'd open presents from our grandparents, eat dessert, and pass out usually around 11 PM, half way through the third showing of A Christmas Story. I think the best part of Christmas Eve was the anticipation that Santa was going to come that night. The hype and buildup was such a rush and one of the best feelings in the world.
We did this every year. One year it was decided that we would go down to my Aunt's house for Christmas Eve. My Poppy was furious. "Thats ridiculous" he argued. "TRADITION. You're breaking our tradition." And I agreed. But my parents dragged us down to my Aunt's either way. I had a good time, needless to say, but it wasn't THE Christmas Eve. Poppy and I discussed all night how important it was to keep the tradition and I agreed. He was against it and I was on his side.
The next morning we would wake up, open presents, and have Christmas Day at our house as was only fair. The same held true for New Years. Nanny and Poppy's house the Eve, ours the day.
This year it's different. The loss of my Poppy has had a terrible impact on me already, and it's just going to get worse I fear. We're going to go to my Aunt's for Christmas Eve in an attempt to not upset any members of the family. We're trying to avoid the traditional house for the holidays for the benefit of us all. I think I'm the only one that feels Poppy would have wanted us to have it there. Oh well, what do I know. I'll only be 19 at the time.
An odd change I've seen over the years is that I've come to love buying stuff for people as much as getting stuff. Some of you may not believe this but it's true. I get a kick out of going way out of my way to get something someone impotant to me wants or I know they'll like. Go figure.
I've definatley changed. I think (and hope) it's more for the good. Over the past few years, I've tried to preserve some of the kid in me for the holidays, but this year a monumental chunk got taken out. Hopefully one day we can go back to tradition, though it'll never be the same. In my heart, Christmas Eve will always mean 129
On the topic of Christmas spirit I think a bit of me died when we broke the Nanny and Poppy tradition and then a bit more after my poppy passed.