Christmas

My favorite part of Christmas is breakfast, always has been.  It started with my grandmother, she made cinnamon rolls as part of breakfast for her family, 6 children.  When they went abroad as missionaries my mom continued the tradition.  As a child, all my family came to our house for breakfast.  Our house was big, full of noise and  fun.  My memories influence my attitude as an adult.  We did not exchange gifts with extended family, we did not pick names.  I liked the emphasis on family even as a kid.  I dislike the commercialism and materialism of a beautiful holiday.  Traditions need to fostered and memories made for the generations coming after us.  Traditions are old and new, the new ones take work to get started but are well worth the effort.  I kept busy making gifts, more than ever before.  A part of my granddaughters gift didn't get done, a second basket made of fabric and a pincushion to match.  Her birthday is in January so I will finish it then . . . perfect!  What is interesting is that my son and his girlfriend have made gifts the last 2 years.  This year they made a necklace and earrings with deer horns, I love it and I am impressed.  We had breakfast at my daughters house this year.  Cinnamon rolls, of course!  Eggs, bacon and champagne with OJ.  All the family doesn't come to breakfast anymore, there is just too many of us but we had 12 for breakfast (a few family members were not in town for Christmas). Our son-in-law is in Afghanistan, hard for the girls and E.

Breakfast Christmas, 2011