Christmas is almost upon us. That magical time of year when we spend time with family and friends, eat too much delicious food, give and receive, watch hockey, celebrate the birth of Christ, and so on. Whatever your traditions this time of year, may they bring you joy.
In my family, we have a few of those traditions. One is opening presents Christmas morning, not Christmas eve. This just makes sense- Santa does not come after supper on the 24th. We rise at whatever time is comfortable- with no children to excitedly rise at 5AM, the adults get to set the schedule here. (We do have a 19 month old toddler who may or may not be up at 5AM, but that would be entirely unrelated to presents.) Our other long standing tradition for Christmas morning is Big Breakfast.
My wife and I are huge fans of Big Breakfast. We try to do one every weekend, or at least 3 times a month. The requisite for big breakfast is effort- the food isn't the goal, although it is always delicious. The point is that it is an endeavour we do as a family. Everyone helps, plays a part, prepares some portion of Big Breakfast, and we create a meal to share and enjoy as a family. And Christmas is where it all started.
Big Breakfast on Christmas morning pulls out all the stops. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns. Lots of coffee. Different types of syrups, whipped cream. Flavoured creamers. Fresh fruits. It is a home run of breakfasts and one of my personal highlights of the year.
Everyone is sick this Christmas in my family. My wife, daughter, mother, and mother-in-law are all suffering through a nasty winter cold/ flu. We, as a family, have decided to postpone Christmas. The gift opening, socializing, and the family meal are all on hold. We will try to get together in a day or two to share some of these traditions, if not all.
But one that we will be doing, and there is absolutely no room for discussion on it, is Big Breakfast. It has to happen; it means too much to let it slide by.
Peace this season, Merry Christmas to all.
Although I appreciate and love a big breakfast (trust me, I have ate a "few" in my day) I can't help but wonder what the furnace repairman (introduced in blog #2) was doing on Christmas ? Did he wake up wearing tight pajama's ? Does he sleep in boxers ? Is he married or is he someone that is also lonely ? Keep up writing the blog mr. Sad, but don't forget what your reader wants ....
ReplyDeleteThe repairman will not make a return, so long as the furnace continues to function.
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