Like Osuche, my traditions have slowly evolved over too many Christmases now. The combined customs of my childhood family gave me a few to take and build into the traditions for my family and now they have taken a few and are building their traditions. One that both of my children have chose to make part of their Christmas is to have a colorful fishing lure hanging on their tree each year. The first Christmas, for my yet to come family was spent outside of Ft. Bragg, N.C. by newly weds that could only afford one box of store bought ornaments for their small tree. It was filled out with all the shinny colorful spoons, plugs and poppers a tackle box could hold. Turned out to be one of the prettiest trees ever and at least one beaded lure was always on the tree as our kids grew up.

The newest tradition establishing itself is to gather at my daughters house on Christmas eve and after much cheerfulness and excitement and snacking, grandpa takes the all the cousins into the family room for the reading of the story about The Six White Boomers, while gifts are separated into piles for opening. It was first sent to me three years ago by a very special friend, as a Christmas poem to show how other people celebrate in the world and a globe helps see this far away place. We now know it as a song, like Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer, and have a CD and pictures that Santa sent last year. I was asked the other night, by a granddaughter, if we could do that again this year because it’s the only place they get to hear the story. This is last years pic.

Thank you Sharni.


This is from last Christmas.

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