My Christmas life can be summed up in 2 acronyms… B.D.D and A.D.D (that would be Before Dad Died and After Dad Died). Morbid I know, but it brought about a shift in tradition that has never quite been overcome. Christmas dinner B.D.D was family time – traditional dinner was Turkey or a Roast with all the trimmings. The A.D.D time frame has seen a lot of different Christmas Dinners. We have celebrated at my sisters in-laws. We have dined at friends houses. We have eaten at home just mom and I. We have even eaten Chinese Food out at a restaurant. Truthfully, none of it really feels like Christmas yet. What was once a joyous dinner with family after a long day of gifts and frivolity, has become a quiet ritual – you have to eat at some point and it doesn’t really matter where you are.
I know the day will come when a shift will happen again. Maybe it will be if I get married. Or if mom or I move away. Or if we someday travel to have Christmas elsewhere. For now, what I know is that it is not what it used to be…and I often long for the old days of bickering at the table with my sister or hearing dad tell a bad joke for the 1,000th time. A time when family was the most important thing that day.