Tag: traditions
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Ghosts of Christmas Past, er, Present Part 4–Christmas Eve Now
Part 1 The Hanging of The Greens Part 2 On The First Day of Christmas Part 3 Getting There From Here We’ve had some good Christmas Eve celebrations over the past two decades or so, since my wife and I started celebrating together. Each year we gather at my in-laws home with however many relatives…
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Ghosts of Christmas Past: Part 3–Getting Here From There
Back To Part 2 While I was baking cookies with mom last week, she asked me the kind of question for which she’s infamous: which three Christmases were your favorite? I laughed. Her memory is selectively perfect, by which I mean if it matters to her she recalls details of times and events with the…
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Ghosts Of Christmas Past Part 2: On The First Day of Christmas….
…My True Love Gave To Me: Thanksgiving. Read Part One Here The first sanctioned Christmas even may have been our church’s Hanging of The Greens Night, but the first real day of Christmas was always–and still remains–Thanksgiving, if for no other reason than we had to get through it to get to Christmas. In hindsight,…
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Thanksgiving Food…For Thought
Way back in April, I followed a link to the awesome photo above, which itself had been taken from a twitter post by “Cleveland Frowns” and read through a few, mostly outraged, comments. The overall tones of the discussion were understandably angry, with a strong dose of condemnation over the general disrespect and insensitivity of…
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Christmas Traditions–Part 1
My ardent followers and weary friends will certainly attest to my love of most things Christmas, not to mention my enthusiasm for Christmas-themed posts. It didn’t come out of nowhere–which is a fancy, literary way to say that it did come from somewhere, like just about everything. To cut to the quick, I wasn’t the…
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Christmas Chraziness Chontinues
We’re already squeezing juice from the season. Sunday morning we had a big old brunch: 9-grain bread french toast with maple syrup, bacon, sausage, and home fries, then we saddled up and went over the hill to the Westmoreland Mall, where THE REAL SANTA hangs out with average folks like us. None of us are…
Old Road Apples 