This is my hell week. My choir’s holiday concert series starts on Saturday, which means that this week, we rehearsed Monday and Wednesday and then we have one last rehearsal tonight before concerts tomorrow, Sunday, and Monday. I love the concerts, but I am always so tired by the time it’s all over. I haven’t had a chance to even think about working out. I decided that my priority was going to be eating well and getting sleep. For example, on Monday, I got up at 5, got to work by 6:45, worked til about 4:30, ran home, changed, ate, pet the cats, and then headed back out to rehearsals and didn’t get home til 10:45. Up the next morning for work at 5:30. And then, of course, Tuesday night, I was so exhausted that after work, I made dinner, did a load of laundry and went to bed. And repeat.
Oh yes, and I have a race Saturday morning. Is anyone surprised?
So today is a good day to do some Holidailies catchup.
Share your (or your family’s) unique holiday tradition(s).
I don’t know that we have any particularly unique traditions. But we do have traditions, some that have fallen by the wayside (but that I expect to reappear once we have children in the next generation – and that is my brother’s responsibility, not mine, that’s for sure).
When we were little, on Christmas Eve, we all went over to my Grandparents’ house. By all, I mean my parents and siblings, and my aunts, uncles and cousins and occasionally other family members. We would eat dinner and then Santa would come! But of course, we couldn’t be around when Santa came, so all of the cousins would pile in the van (there were only 5 of us), usually with my dad and my uncle, if I’m remembering correctly, and we would go out and look at all the Christmas lights. And when we returned, presents!
After a while, we stopped doing the lights thing, probably because we all had figured out what was going on (besides, none of the presents under Grandma and Grandpa’s tree were from Santa). And starting with last year, the event moved to my parents’ house so that my Grandma didn’t feel so overwhelmed. But we do all still get together. But instead of going to see lights, the cousins (now with my awesome sister-in-law included) break out the beer and wine. Equally fun.