Tradition, Tradition

I started writing a really sappy post about traditions and family and Christmas, but it made even me throw up in my mouth a little bit and so I deleted it.

I do have lots of thoughts about traditions and family and Christmas, though, that mostly boil down to this:

I want some.

I want some traditions, I want some family, I want some Christmas.

I guess all of that takes time - it all grows organically.  (Especially for a nice Jewish girl like me.)

But, while I'm waiting for "organically" to happen, I'm taking tradition suggestions for the Christmas season.  So go ahead and leave me a post about your favorite family Christmas tradition, and then - hark! - maybe next year you will find that I have stolen it lovingly from you.  Unless it's creepy or weird, in which case it's all yours.  But if it's not creepy or weird, I might appropriate it.  I hope that's alright.

Okay, Jon says I don't need to steal your Christmas traditions from you because we've already started our own.  I don't know what he's talking about, but he insists that we do have traditions.  For instance, he declares:

We watch Love Actually and The Nightmare before Christmas.
We fight over what presents to give to whom.
We go ice skating at Somerset House.
We decorate a tree.

Ha!  I win.  This is all Jon can think of.  But when I cackle to him, he smiles at me and reaches for my hand and says, "We'll make our own traditions."

Damn.  We're back to the sappy.  Sorry, guys.