Christmas Story Tradition!
In my family, growing up, we had a tradition that on Christmas Eve, we’d sit together in the living room beside the Christmas tree and read a Christmas story or two. Sometimes it would be something explicitly religious — like the Christmas story from the New Testament — or semi-religious, like The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. Other times it would be something about Santa Claus or some other Christmas-themed story.
Well, I just found a charming brand-new Christmas story on one of the blogs I read: An Atheist’s Christmas in the Bronx. I’m thinking of printing it out and reading it to the family next year when I’ll be in Minnesota, home for the holidays (if the fates allow). I might not be able to get away with reading this one if there are small children still up (since it covers that taboo subject: existence of Santa), but maybe if the adults stay up after the kids are in bed. It’s sweet and it captures “the Christmas spirit.”
Does anyone else have a similar tradition?