I’m writing from our vacation here in West Texas, as we are gearing up for the Big C. So I’d like to take a moment to share some of our family’s holiday traditions. I like to think that these special rituals blend our Texas heritage and our San Francisco lifestyle. Take a peek and see what you think.
Driving around looking at gaudy holiday lights.
Listening to barfy 80s musicians butcher Christmas classics on KOIT.
Debating the inherent ethnocentricity of a certain 80s original Christmas classic — Of course they don’t know it’s Christmastime in Africa! They are probably not Christian, you morons!
Building (and collapsing) a cheap store-bought gingerbread house kit with my mom, aka NanaLove.
Participating in the children’s Christmas pageant, which for some reason is called a “tableau” at our SF church.
Eating chili made from deer meat harvested by my own intrepid hunter-father. (That one’s definitely a Texas tradition.)
Giving and getting new cozy jammies.
TiVo-ing A Charlie Brown Christmas and Rudolph. This differs from my 70s and 80s childhood when we scheduled our entire week around being planted in front of CBS at exactly 7pm on Sunday night to catch the blessed programs.
Learning about other faith traditions: spinning the dreidel for Hanukah; dancing in a circle to honor the Holly King (December 21 is Winter Solstice by the way).
Bumming out that we missed catching the Christmas performance by the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus for yet another year. Perhaps when the kids are older and they can sit still for longer than 10 minutes we will make it.
Wearing shorts in the morning and a parka by dinnertime. (Another Texas thang, although it could easily transfer to the Bay Area.)
Watching my loved ones experience the joy and beauty of Christmas morning.