>Please welcome back Carrie from Meant to Be Mom.
Turkey has been eaten, cleaned up, and eaten again. Shopping has begun, wrapping isn’t too far away, and the never-ending quest for the “perfect” gift has started. It’s officially the Christmas season.
Lines will be getting longer, patience will be getting shorter and time will seem like it is literally flying by. In 4 short weeks, we will be unwrapping all the wrapped, exchanging all the ugly, and dieting from all the indulging, but until then…it’s the season to eat, drink and be merry!
For some, Christmas may be about the long lines and traffic jams, but for others its about the time spent with family and the memories being made. For me, it’s about Christmas traditions. It’s about the cookies and breads baking in the oven, the family gatherings, the names being pulled, the ornaments hanging on the tree, and the trips to visit Santa. For me, Christmas is about Christmas jammies.
Growing up I would often ask my mom about the things her and brothers and sisters did around Christmas. I wanted to know what traditions stayed the same, and what ones were new and different. One of my fondest memories is of her recollection of Christmas jammies; new pajamas given on Christmas Eve for her and her siblings to wear to bed and open their presents in in the morning.
My mom had 7 brothers and sisters, so this was no small task for my grandmother. I love the idea of her out shopping for toys and games, but also keeping her eye out for the perfect pair of pajamas to match each of her children’s personalities and tastes. I know she started this tradition for the logical purpose of having all of her kids wearing nice, clean, new pajamas for Christmas morning pictures, but for me it always symbolized a tradition, and one that I wanted to carry on with my children.
So, I went out this year and bought my son his (second) pair of traditional Christmas jammies. I really wanted to go all out and buy my husband and myself a pair too, but I don’t know how I would honestly be able to pull off the striped stretch pant myself, and I can’t see my hubby sportin’ the reindeer top with a smile either…so we’ll stick with the “kid” for now.
I picked out this pair with the same purpose my grandmother did all those years ago. I picked them out with him in mind- which explains the purchase of a size bigger (he’s a little running back). I know that in the millions of pictures I take on Christmas morning, my son will be wearing silly reindeer pajamas, that will no doubt haunt me later as I bring these photos out to show him, and hopefully we will all be wearing smiles on our faces as we pass on a favorite family tradition- Christmas jammies!
What are some of your favorite family traditions?
And I feel compelled to add that this is one of our traditions too. We did this growing up, and I do it with my kids now, though the last couple of years, they have been getting their Christmas jammies a little early in hopes that a cute Christmas card can be made.
And if I might add, Carrie has good taste in pjs. Scooby is sporting this pair too!