Christmas Eve Pjs
You know those few good memories you have from your childhood? The ones that make you smile and wish life was still that simple? For me, one of these memories comes around Christmastime – specifically, Christmas Eve. I have a fond recollection of a tattered old cardboard box full of Christmas books. When my mom and I would pull all of our decorations out of a (literal) hole in the wall of my upstairs bedroom, I remember my eyes lighting up at the sight of this old ripped box.
There were probably 15-20 books in this box and I loved each one for a different reason. Two, however, still stick out to me today: Twas the Night Before Christmas and a Sing-a-Long book that actually played music. I loved the sing-a-long book simply because I could… get this… sing along. I love to belt out a good Christmas tune and it’s probably how I learned the lyrics to all of those beloved Christmas songs. Whaddup, Michael Bublé?
My very vivid memory, however, is of the illustrations in my Twas the Night Before Christmas book. It wasn’t an original by Clement Clarke Moore, and I don’t even know the name of the author or illustrator off hand. I just remember loving how jolly and rosy-cheeked Santa looked. When we read it on Christmas Eve, making the anticipation of Mr. Claus’ visit that night grow and made the book come to life.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. . .
And I knew he was coming! At the time, things like this weren’t classified as ‘traditions.’ I don’t even remember hearing that word once in my house as a kid. Not that that was a bad thing by any means, we just never really cemented an act or activity into our annual lives that counted as a tradition. Looking back, however, reading these books at Christmas became a tradition for me and I looked forward to it every year.
I don’t have kids yet to share these kind of things with, but I hope if you do that you think about these little acts this time of year and develop them into annual occurrences, which in turn create happy memories. One big tradition that I know a lot of families partake in is the giving of Christmas Eve pajamas. I remember wearing footie pajamas for a lot of years, but that could’ve just been a coincidence.
Last year, I kindly asked my mom for a specific pair of pajamas for Christmas. I then kindly asked if she could wrap them, and let me open them on Christmas Eve. She obliged, and I ultimately gifted myself a pair of Christmas pjs – hence the tradition was born!
This year, I’ve purchased a fair share of Christmas pjs for myself that I didn’t intend to all wear on Christmas Eve (clearly that’s ridiculous). Instead, I spread them out over the month of December knowing I wouldn’t be in the cold for Christmas anyway. However, I couldn’t part with the tradition I began way back in good ol’ 2015, and so I brought a pair with me. Alas, the tradition is alive and well even in Cancun, Mexico. Was it a little too warm to wear flannel Christmas Eve pjs? You betcha! But here I am reveling in all of their festive glory.
I hope you all are spending time with your loved ones and keeping your own holiday traditions alive. Happy Christmas Eve!
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