The Christmas Tree and Family Tradition, 2013.
In my family, Christmas is the time of year to fulfill our yearly traditions. I guess that’s like most families, but since we don't do that Christian church stuff, we do our own traditions. The Bermuda side of my family has the tradition of Cassava pie on Boxing day and my mother's side of the family has a special tradition for the Christmas tree.
Yeah, so, my grandfather used to buy a little living tree every year and plant it some where on his property. When I was growing up, we never did this because I lived on a tropical island and there wasn't much need for evergreens. I guess we could have planted cedars, or any kind of tree, but we usually travelled to the States for Christmas time anyway. However, when my mother bought her current house a handful of years ago, she re-instated the tradition. And every year she would plant it in the fall and on Christmas we all go out and stand around it and obediently admire it, (as much as one can admire a little two-foot sapling) debate whether its tree number seven or eight, get cold, and quickly go inside for waffles and more coffee. ----->
In my family, Christmas is the time of year to fulfill our yearly traditions. I guess that’s like most families, but since we don't do that Christian church stuff, we do our own traditions. The Bermuda side of my family has the tradition of Cassava pie on Boxing day and my mother's side of the family has a special tradition for the Christmas tree.
Yeah, so, my grandfather used to buy a little living tree every year and plant it some where on his property. When I was growing up, we never did this because I lived on a tropical island and there wasn't much need for evergreens. I guess we could have planted cedars, or any kind of tree, but we usually travelled to the States for Christmas time anyway. However, when my mother bought her current house a handful of years ago, she re-instated the tradition. And every year she would plant it in the fall and on Christmas we all go out and stand around it and obediently admire it, (as much as one can admire a little two-foot sapling) debate whether its tree number seven or eight, get cold, and quickly go inside for waffles and more coffee. ----->