I truly believe Christmas brings out the best in us. It makes us enthusiastic for little things like cookies and Christmas trees. It reminds us to be kind to one another (or else Santa may not come to your house!). We take the time to tell our loved ones just how much they mean to us. We recall an era of innocence and wonder and we try to recreate it as much as we can. Christmas makes us all into children for a short while.
So happy in 1985! Rainbow Bright was my world! And I still feel like this on Christmas morning.
Here are a few ways that the holiday season turns me into giddy, pigtailed, six-year-old girl, asking 5 billion questions about Santa and singing Christmas carols at the top of her lungs while decorating sand tarts with her mom.
Proof that I turn into 6-year-old at Christmastime:
-My Christmas excitement starts in October. I begin a countdown til Christmas, start playing Christmas music, and plan out my holiday events. I just can’t hold it in.
– I get overly excited over small items or childish activities like hot chocolate! Angels! Scarves! Christmas lights! Candles! Reindeer! Sparkles! Baking cookies! The colors Red, Gold, and Silver! Santa Santa Santa!
– My mom still buys me an advent calendar every year. And I love it. I still can’t wait to open the little picture every day.
My 2013 Advent Calendar – combines my love of Victorian Christmas items and carousels.
Thanks Mom! (I am 30 years old and still love this thing to pieces)
– I listen to Christmas music on repeat. To me, no other music exists during this time of year. I’m in your car and you’re playing Vampire Weekend? I consider you a Scrooge!
– I sing along and know every single word to Christmas songs and love every minute of it. I can’t sing.
Singing our hearts out in 1986
– I can’t fall asleep on Christmas Eve because I’m way too excited!
– On Christmas morning we still wake up bright and early and start our stockings at 8 am (this now has more to do with the fact that we have too much to fit into one single day, but it’s still exciting!)
– We open our stockings first thing on Christmas morning and my parents still stuff the same exact stockings my brother and I had since we were babies with fun goodies.
Eric and I on Christmas morning 1987. We had two trees that year! An adult one and a kid one.
– This past Saturday morning I couldn’t get out of bed. Ryan received a text alert from ABC Family (have I mentioned we are nerds?) that the movie Prancer was going to be on within the hour. That news made me jump out of bed and run downstairs to be sure to record this beloved movie of mine. When the DVR was acting up and wouldn’t record at first, I threw a fit until Ryan fixed it.
– One of my favorite traditions and decorating my mom’s Sand Tarts. She has a handful of cute cookie cutters in shapes that range from typical things like hearts and Christmas trees to camels and Scottie dogs. I intricately decorate these delicious cookies – I give the dogs little sweaters, and the camels fancy saddles, and the gingerbread girls bikinis – in the end it looks like a craft 6-year-old decorated them.
Sandtarts! The secret family recipe!
– I collect Reindeer – because they are 1. adorable and 2. magical. duh!
– I still think it is absolutely criminal that I am expected to work Christmas Eve and the day after Christmas. Not fair!
– But today I woke up to a blanket of snow outside of my bedside window and soon learned I was having a SNOW DAY! Pj’s all day!!! Hot chocolate!
– Every night on Christmas Eve I still save a quiet moment for just me and Santa. Ok, I may not talk to Santa anymore, but I still step outside, gaze up at the stars and say a special wish or two.
Having a one on one with Santa in 1986. I’d wear that skirt today.
The traditions that I have celebrated since childhood help bring out that girlish innocence. They tie me to my family and to my parents who have created many of these traditions for us. And, in my parent’s eyes I will always be a child. These traditions are so deeply rooted into who I am – I can’t wait to pass them on to my future children one day.
Getting some love from Nanny in 1983. I would only have 6 Christmas seasons with her.
The season gives us freedom to be enthusiastic and to fly our happy flag just because. We don’t have to defend ourselves. We don’t have to hide behind adult cynicism or bitterness. We are kinder and more patient with each other. We give hugs and kisses more freely. We are open with our thoughts and sing out. We are on our best behavior and we are together – united with the joy of Christmas.
More Rainbow Bright and family love on Christmas 1985
This season is truly a magical time! Don’t you think the world would be a marvelous place if we acted how we do at Christmastime all year long?
traditions that tie us together