My mother and I usually wake up Christmas day, have coffee and toast, then watch Little Women. I think when I was a child, I tried to start some kind of tradition because I was envious of all the other white kids who had a family tradition for every holiday, anniversary and birthday. Kids would eat on special plates, add charms to bracelets, spend time playing a game their grandparents played when they were kids. I'm not quite sure why I envied all that so much. I may still deep down inside. Perhaps, it's the consistency and warm-fuzzy-feeling associated with traditions.
I imagine that I would like to have certain traditions with my children: trick-or-treat for Unicef, World AIDS day walks, buying and decorating the lone Christmas tree which was killed for nothing because it has no leaves and no one will buy it. I really hope my children think that all these things are neat.
In these frozen and silent nights
Sometimes in a dream you appear
Outside under the purple sky
Diamonds in the snow sparkle
And our hearts were singin'
It felt like Christmas time
2 comments:
how about a certain tradition w/friends? like,an annual picnic in front of embarcadero park during a concert? except next time, more dancing. :)
- awk
:D
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