Traditions guide our holiday celebrations, from setting up the Christmas tree and decorations the weekend after Thanksgiving to the big brunch I cook and serve on Christmas morning. Yet, this year, our Christmas was less steeped in tradition than ever.
For the first time, my sons were not home for the holidays. It was, if you will, a foreshadowing of the mostly-empty nest that we’ll soon be experiencing. While the boys hung out with their grandparents in a neighboring state, we spent Christmas as a family of three.
And it was nice.
Fortunately Miss L is just like her big brothers in one respect: she slept until after 9 on Christmas morning. But the pace of having one small girl at home is far different than that of having three — with two of them gregarious teenagers. And her appetite is much less, so our brunch was three items rather than 10.
Traditions are nice but sometimes you just have to adapt.